The door to the Afterbounce Chamber parted with a sound that could only be described as a wet moan and a sigh of relief. Henry took a tentative step forward, immediately greeted by a breeze so sultry it felt like someone had exhaled directly onto his lower back with romantic intent.
"Ah," Climaxa whispered, licking her lips like she was savoring a forbidden memory. "That breeze means she's awake."
Henry blinked. "Who's 'she'?"
Prudencia gave him a deadpan look. "The Oracle. Duh."
The chamber was dim, lit only by the bioluminescent glow of the floor—which pulsed in rhythm to Henry's footsteps. It smelled of lavender, lust, and something suspiciously close to hot banana bread. The walls were covered in velvet, and the air was thick with moans that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere.
