Chapter 5: The Tea That Doomed the World - 5
Chains hung from above. Gold and red.
Some ornamental. Some not.
And there, seated on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and a cup of fresh tea balanced on one knee, was Asmodra.
She was still mostly dressed in the scorched remains of her crimson silk—though now her skin glowed faintly with restored power, her hair perfectly groomed, her eyes watching him with unsettling calm.
"Good morning, my flame," she said, sipping elegantly. "You snore."
Rein stared at her.
"I—why am I naked?"
She tilted her head, genuinely confused. "You were overheated. I adjusted your layers. You're welcome."
"I'm not your pillow toy!"
"Not yet," she said pleasantly. "But I remain hopeful."
Rein scrambled off the bed, searching for clothes that weren't there. "You can't just strip people and trap them in—what even is this place?!"