"Yes," he spoke, looking behind himself slightly as his blue eyes trailed back to her as they walked. "My bedroom," he stated, as if it were merely a matter of fact yet held a tinge of majesty to it. His bedroom would be impressive indeed, and in this fine mansion, he had hardly any use for it. Besides sleeping of course. Making his way down the long halls, turning here and there, he led her to the place. Turning the knob of an average white door, Cyril opened it as it creaked, sliding open as it revealed his room. A large, fluffy bed full of pillows that laid at the end of its side, the white sheets looking very comfortable indeed. It looked as though if one would rest upon it they would sink in, like floating on the clouds of heaven. At its sides, were plants of many variety. Indeed the whole room was covered and decorated with plants as they entered. Many green leaves hung down from the ceiling lining the walls, and as they entered the room had a fresh aroma, of that of flowers. Now if the scent was more of the calming side versus the more sensual, wasn't very distinguishable. The room was well-lit however, bright white lights illuminating the room. Cyril held the door open for the lady, smiling to her courteously. Once after she had entered he would then close the door behind him, still looking at his bedroom in wonder. He hadn't been here in a while, but it had never seemed to fail to impress him. It had been designed for elven royalty after all. Of course he had the place refurbished after he had taken control of it, so none of his ancestors have slept upon that very bed. Just he, and suitors if he wished.

To enhance the mood, he then moved to one of the white lights that had illuminated the room. Two gentle hands cupping the ball of light, they dimmed under his touch, until the room had been darkened. Candles that had been obscured before by the bright lights then began to flame. One by one each flame had flickered as the candles seemingly had a mind of their own. The room was only light by their warm hues then. Now it was perfect. More romantic, however that was not their original intent. Cyril had enjoyed sleeping with their calming atmosphere. The aroma had begun to strengthen, but not too strong as it collected within the closed room. Smiling at Lucia again, Cyril then moved toward his wardrobe. Unashamedly, he stood with his back facing her however he had begun to remove his clothing. The pearly white, delicate fabric sliding off of his slender frame, revealing his pale back that had only a slight musculature to it. His long white hair had fallen soon after, as he removed his collar. He let the robes slide all the way to the ground, leaving them there uncharacteristically in a pile beneath him and he kicked off his shoes, leaving them there as well. Before long, he had been fully nude. Turning around to face her again, his hair had seemingly trailed behind him as he turned, a delightful smile accompanied by amused eyes.

Whether or not she had taken her clothing off as well, Cyril then walked toward her immodestly, showing everything that he had. He did not have to take his clothing off, he could have done it right then and there, but, as he had decided to remove themselves from the table, he also had decided to remove his clothing. He prefer to make this special, otherwise it would loose all meaning and become a bore. He much preferred to impress her. He did not know whether or not she would take off hers, but either way if she decided to or not, he stepped closer to her, the brief candlelight flickering upon his pale features as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her gently toward him as he did not keep his eyes off of hers. As he moved forward for a kiss, slowly he pulled them both onto his bed, with perhaps a little more force than expected. Sinking into the fluffy sheets however, he rested on his elbow as he laid there, looking upon her. A finger brushed along her fallen silver hair. It was magnificent indeed. Hers reminded so much of his. "So beautiful..." he commented cooly, eyes fixated upon it. "Hair as silver as snow." They then flickered back up to her, then he reached for her again, pressing his lips upon hers with a little bit more force than the last time. His arm reached around her again, this time a hand sliding up by her neck as his lips continued to push. He soon was over her, beginning this very evening which was... repayment with desire.

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