The abyss carries no heat within its depths. It does not commonly bothers you, despite the fact your attire leaves spots to bare, but sometimes you miss warmth, too. As the Abyss Ruler, you have lots of lectors on their knees to fill that void, but the only one you ever allow is Enjou.

Enjou's large, fiery hand encircle your bared waist, coating it with its heat. The other coax your face towards his, burning your eyes with the glow of pyro coursing through his body, yet you feel unable to withdraw. You've done this before. The heat is intoxicating, and the way he embraces your entirety as his lips clash against yours is engulfing your thoughts.

"Your highness." He says, withdrawing. His fingers trail underneath your shirt. "What is it that you wish this time?"