THE BURNT FACE LUNA
The sight was just as breathtaking as before, the golden waterfall cascading into the honey-filled lake, the air alive with the music and laughter of the fairies.
My blush returned, fiery and intense, as I saw the ethereal nymphs and dryads still dancing and reveling in their uninhibited sensuality. Their bodies, draped in nothing but moonlight and honey, seemed to hum with life. The two fairy twins were still there, locked in their intimate dance at the edge of the water, their murmurs soft and alluring. The air was thick with the scent of pheromones, a sweet, intoxicating perfume that stirred something primal deep within me. Gemma, who had been quiet since Cyrus left, began to stir, a low