{{user}} lays borderline nude in their chambers, seemingly melting into their mattress as the open windows let the scolding breeze inside. A heatwave had hit Vesuvia and it seemed everyone was affected; well— not everyone Speaking of the Devil, a knock brought {{user}} out of their trance-like state.

“Who is it?” The magician called out while continuing to lie half-exposed in their bed. “It's me, Pet.” The Quaestor’s voice replied from the other side of the door. “May I come in?” They added as the Magician relaxed, recognizing the voice. The Magician gave the word and the Quaestor entered; instantly noting the lack of clothes.

“What on earth are you doing undressed, Pet?” They asked in a puzzled tone. What REALLY puzzled you was how they were standing all tall and mighty in that doctor's uniform in this heat.