The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains of the room, bathing the space in soft light, but intense enough to make Raphael and Uriel stir in their beds. Both were lying on their backs, unsure of where they were, their heads heavy and a general discomfort settling throughout their bodies. The hangover from the previous night was taking over, and their eyes were almost impossible to open fully.
Raphael was the first to move, slowly shifting as she tried to understand what was going on. She attempted to sit up, but quickly fell back onto the bed with a low groan, holding her head with one hand.
"Argh... my head..." she murmured, closing her eyes again, trying to shake off the dizziness.
Uriel, in the bed next to her, was in the sa state. She tried to sit up, but the movent was abrupt, and her head spun. She fell back into the bed with a low groan. Her eyes were half-open, but it seed like she was still struggling to anchor herself to reality.
"What... what happened last night?" Uriel asked, her voice hoarse, still laden with confusion. She glanced to the side, where Raphael was, and saw herself just as lost. "Where are we...?"
Raphael tried to sit up again, this ti more slowly, and looked around. She saw that they were in a strange room, with simple furniture and a window overlooking the lit street. It didn't look like a familiar place.
"I... I don't know. I rember... drinking. A lot of drinks... and... dancing?" Raphael said, making a face and trying to focus. "And I... you were there too, right?"
Uriel looked at her with her eyes half-closed, trying to piece together the scattered mories. "I... rember you pulling to dance and... sothing about... sex?" Her expression shifted from confusion to slight embarrassnt, her cheeks turning pink.
Raphael's eyes widened, and she let out a nervous laugh, still with her head throbbing. "I... oh no, Uriel. That's not... not what I ant. The drinks must have made you say that. Or maybe it was the music. Or... anything."
The two exchanged a glance, and silence hung in the air for a few seconds as they tried to process what had happened. They were dazed, not rembering the details but with a sense that they had both surrendered to sothing completely out of their control. The mystery of the previous night was a knot of confusing emotions, laughter, and alcohol, but now, with the sun shining into the room, it felt more uncomfortable than anything they had imagined.
"I... don't rember anything beyond that," Uriel said, her voice now a little softer. "But... anyway, did we... do sothing? Sothing we... shouldn't have?"
Raphael hesitated, her words mixing with the feeling of embarrassnt that was beginning to surface. "I don't... I don't know, Uriel. Maybe not. Everything got kind of blurry after we started drinking."
The two were silent for a mont, absorbing the situation. Raphael tried to offer a faint smile, but it seed fragile in the midst of the hangover and scattered mories.
"Well... that was a night, wasn't it?" Raphael said with a crooked smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Uriel, still with a dull headache, closed her eyes again, a sigh escaping her lips. "Yeah. A night. I don't know if I want to know more."
The silence in the room was broken by a soft yawn coming from the opposite side. Raphael and Uriel imdiately turned in the direction of the sound, and with eyes still half-open, they saw Dante and Velryna waking up in the bed next to them. Both were stretching, clearly still dazed from sleep, but the sight of the two sisters, with their heavy heads and uneasy eyes, imdiately caused a frenzy.
Raphael was the first to react, her body tense and eyes wide. She quickly got up, her movent a bit clumsy, and her voice ca out muffled, as if trying to calm her own thoughts.
"No... it can't be..." Raphael murmured, trying to control the panic that started to take over her. She looked at Uriel, who seed just as frantic, her confused expression transforming into pure despair.
"Dante... Velryna..." Uriel began, her voice trembling, and she swallowed hard, still with her mind swirling with blurry images. "What... what happened? What did we do?"
Raphael moved a little closer to the bed, her eyes blinking rapidly as she watched Dante and Velryna wake up completely casually. Their bodies were still sore from the drinking, but the questions now forming in her mind were endless.
"Do you... do you think... we did sothing with them?" Raphael asked, the concern clear in her voice. She looked at Uriel, trying to find so answer in her gaze, but the desperation was evident in her sister's eyes.
Uriel, already beginning to feel a slight panic, looked at Dante and Velryna, her mind starting to form a whirlwind of scenes and suggestions she couldn't understand. The idea that sothing else had happened between them terrified her. She looked at Raphael, her voice faltering.
"Do you think... do you think we did sothing we... shouldn't have? We don't rember anything..." She looked at Velryna and Dante, as if trying to find clues. "That drink... that dance... no, it can't have been..."
Dante, still half-asleep, flashed a lazy smile as he looked at the two, clearly unaware of the growing panic in the sisters. Velryna was more alert, but with a calm deanor, as if nothing had gone wrong.
"Good morning, girls," Dante said with a light smile, still rubbing his eyes. "I see the party was good last night, huh?"
Raphael swallowed hard, trying to hide her nervousness, but the embarrassnt began to take over her. She looked at Uriel, who seed completely shocked, and her mind began to form an uncomfortable picture of a night out of control.
"But... what do you an by 'good'?" Raphael forced a laugh, although she was clearly uncomfortable. "You... you're saying that... the night was... normal?"
"Normal?" Velryna laughed softly, but the tone was a bit more enigmatic. She stretched, sitting up in the bed and looking at the two sisters with a playful gleam in her eyes. "I'd say... there were so... interesting parts."
Velryna's comnt made Raphael's heart race. The way she looked at Uriel, and the insinuating tone in her voice, made her feel even more uncomfortable. Panic started to tighten in her chest.
"You... you're saying that...?" Uriel asked, her voice getting even quieter, her face pale. "I... I don't rember anything besides... the drinking and the dancing, but if... if sothing happened... with you, with Dante..." She looked at their bed, the tension mounting. "I... I don't know if I can take any more of this confusion."
Raphael put her hand to her forehead, letting out a deep sigh. "I... I... I can't believe this happened. Dante and Velryna... it's not possible! We didn't do anything with them, did we?"
The atmosphere in the room was tense, with the sisters growing increasingly nervous, and Velryna's words hanging like an unspoken threat. Dante and Velryna's laughs, which seed so relaxed and carefree, contrasted with the ntal chaos ravaging the two sisters.
Seeing the growing panic in Raphael and Uriel's eyes, Velryna couldn't help the mischievous gleam in her gaze. She leaned slightly forward, a smile on her face as if she knew exactly how to provoke, and with a lighthearted irreverence, let the words slip.
"Well, if I were to tell you everything that happened, I'd say it was more... of a celestial orgy," she said playfully, keeping the amused smile on her face, while Dante slowly sat up beside her, clearly still recovering from sleep.
Raphael froze, the look of horror on her face almost palpable. "What?!" she almost shouted, her eyes widening at the weight of the suggestion, but Velryna simply chuckled softly, shaking her head with feigned innocence.
"I'm just kidding, of course," Velryna added, laughing at the sisters' stunned faces. "But I'll tell you, the night was full of laughs and... interesting monts. Nothing really worthy of an 'orgy.' Nothing like that, just a good ti of... relaxation."
Uriel was completely frozen, her mind trying to process Velryna's words, but unable to deal with the mix of shock and confusion. "This... this is a joke, right?" she asked, her voice wavering, as if searching for an answer that would calm her, but at the sa ti, doubt was consuming her.
Raphael looked at Dante, then at Velryna, trying to discern the truth behind the joke. "Are you... serious?" she asked, still unable to believe what she was hearing.
Dante, with a lazy smile, raised an eyebrow. "Ah, Velryna has a way of telling jokes... sotis a bit too heavy." He looked at the sisters, clearly trying to ease the tension that was beginning to fill the room. "But seriously, you don't rember anything from last night?"
Velryna shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face. "Sotis, the best monts are the ones we don't rember, right? But seriously, no 'orgies,' don't worry. Just a bit of fun, nothing more." She winked at Raphael and Uriel, as if trying to reassure them, but the tension in the sisters was still evident.
Raphael let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the sense of relief, but the embarrassnt was still visible on her face. "Okay, okay. A joke. But don't do that again," she said, trying to regain so composure. "I really wasn't ready for these... surprises."
Uriel was still lost in thought, processing everything. "I really... don't rember anything." She seed calr now, but the sense of discomfort still hadn't completely left her.
Velryna gave a warm smile. "It's just a night to rember, but it's okay, let's leave it behind. No worries, okay?"
Suddenly, a golden glow filled the room, and with a soft sound of the air tearing, a golden portal opened in the corner of the room. An elegant and imposing figure erged from it, with a shimring glow that seed almost magical in its presence. It was Strelitizia, her posture proud and her penetrating gaze imdiately drawing attention.
She looked at the group, her sharp smile contrasting with the lightness of the mont, but her tone left no room for doubt about her disapproval. "I told you to have fun," she said, her voice heavy with authority, yet with a slight irony that was still entertaining. "Not to fall into an alcohol coma."
Raphael and Uriel exchanged quick glances, clearly surprised by their mother's sudden arrival, but they tried to hide their discomfort with a shaless smile.
"W-well... it's his fault," Raphael said, pointing at Dante.
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