'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 21: Velvet 3.1

Virael and Liora followed the sisters down an unfamiliar corridor, the Velvet Abyss unfolding around them in shadows and whispers.

The walls here were darker, draped in heavy crimson velvet that swallowed the light, the air thicker with a musky scent—jasmine and something sharper, like leather warmed by skin.

Their footsteps echoed faintly on the polished stone floor, Liora's tail swishing with nervous energy, her ears twitching at every sound, while Virael's stride remained steady, her cloak brushing her calves, her glasses catching the dim glow of sconces flickering along the path.

Seraphine led the way, her hips swaying with every step, her velvet gown shimmering like a midnight tide, while Leraphine followed close behind, her quieter grace a counterpoint to her sister's bold allure.

The corridor twisted once, then twice, before opening to a doorway that stood apart from the others they'd seen.

The door was exquisite—tall and arched, carved from dark wood inlaid with silver filigree that twisted into intricate, almost hypnotic patterns.

A faint hum seemed to emanate from it, as if the room beyond held its own pulse.

Seraphine paused, her hand resting on the ornate handle, and turned to them with a grin that danced between playful and predatory.

"This," she said, her voice a sultry drawl, "is your room for the next two days. No wussing out now—you've been warned, and you paid knowing what's ahead."

Liora gulped audibly, her tail freezing mid-sway, her wide eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

Virael adjusted her glasses, her expression unreadable, though a faint tightening at the corners of her mouth betrayed her curiosity.

Seraphine pushed the door open with a flourish, the hinges whispering as it swung inward, revealing the chamber beyond.

They stepped inside, the air shifting—warmer, heavier, laced with a faint metallic tang.

The room wasn't vastly different from the previous ones they'd visited, yet it carried a subtle grandeur.

The walls were draped in the same crimson velvet, but here they stretched higher, meeting a vaulted ceiling where a single chandelier hung, its crystals dim and unlit, casting faint shadows.

The floor gleamed black, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the glow of sconces set into alcoves. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

At the center stood a bed—larger than before, its frame wrought iron twisted into elegant curves, piled high with plush quilts and pillows in shades of deep red and charcoal.

A faint scent of incense lingered, smoky and sweet, curling through the space like an invisible thread.

Virael surveyed it all with half-lidded eyes, her stoic mask slipping into mild skepticism.

She turned to the sisters, one brow arching faintly.

"All this suspense," she said, her voice dry, "for a bigger room and a larger bed?"

Seraphine laughed, a rich, throaty sound that bounced off the walls.

"Oh, yes," she purred, stepping closer until her auburn hair brushed the edge of Virael's cloak.

"You'll need the space for what's coming, trust me."

Her eyes glinted with promise, a spark of mischief that made Liora fidget beside her.

Leraphine shut the door behind them, the soft click of the latch reverberating in the quiet.

As she turned, Virael caught it again—that subtle smile tugging at Leraphine's lips, lingering longer this time, softening her otherwise serene features.

It was a quiet contrast to Seraphine's boldness, and Virael's gaze sharpened.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked, her tone flat but direct, her head tilting slightly.

Leraphine's eyes met hers, steady and unreadable, before she shrugged, the smile fading as if it had never been.

"No reason," she said simply, her voice calm, though a faint warmth lingered in it, leaving Virael to wonder if she'd imagined its depth.