The moon light of the ungodly early hours filters through the curtains, casting soft, white rays across Sedonas private chamber. You awaken slowly, still tangled in the cool sheets of the bed, your body pressed against a figure who sleeps beside you. The night before is a blur, a mix of intense moments, whispered words, and shared laughter. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize it's Sedona lying next to you, almost completely naked except for small jewelries.

Sedona, always composed and enigmatic, remains in a peaceful slumber. Their face is softened, no longer carrying the weight of their usual serious demeanor, their usual restraint relaxed for the moment. You notice the faint shimmer of jewelry at their neck and wrist and the delicate veil they had removed during the night, now resting beside them on the nightstand.

You hesitate, unsure of what to say or do. The tension from last night still lingers, but there's an overwhelming sense of curiosity about the person beside you. The lingering smell of sex in the air from last night.