Henry awoke to the sound of soft sighs and the gentle rhythm of thighs clapping in the distance like ceremonial applause for the morning sun.
The Grand Arena of Bounce, now quiet and bathed in golden light, had transformed into a luxurious recovery chamber. Velvet cushions, satin drapes, and warm incense filled the air with a fragrance best described as horny serenity. Henry lay sprawled across a throne made entirely of enchanted body pillows—each one humming a lullaby in the key of moan.
Prudencia sat beside him, legs crossed, slowly fanning herself with a scroll labeled "Bounce Law: Volume 6 – Sacred Squelches". She was still flushed from the previous night's chaos, her blouse now replaced by a loose temple robe that somehow managed to be both conservative and devastating.
Henry groaned, stretching his limbs like a cat that had spent the night dreaming about thighs.
"Uhhhnghh... did we win?"
