Rosmira lands hard on polished tile, and the chamber around her dissolves into a flash of pink light. The air changes at once, warmer, drier, and heavy with perfume and sea salt.
She is no longer in Eros's room. Neon Central spills open around them now, a rooftop lounge high above the city, glass railings glittering under rain-wet signs.
Fanrir skids back from the circle of light, bristling, while Leon stays planted at Rosmira's side. Nayla steps in front of him on instinct, jaw tight. Cleara scans the rooftop edges, already searching for the next threat.
Eros
Well. That was rude. But this is a much better stage.
Rosmira
Rosmira gives Eros a flat look, then turns her attention to the rooftop and her companions.
The lounge is empty except for a low table, half-melted candles, and a curtain snapping in the wind. Below, traffic blurs into ribbons of gold and white. Above, the night sky opens wide and dangerous.
Nayla Iko
If he follows, I want him to know he is choosing this.
Leon Wolfe
We are not trapped anymore. Good.
Rosmira leaves Neon Central behind and arrives at Eros's Domain.
“Eros slightly disappointed decides to cool everyone off and send Fanrir back to where she pulled him from. And puts everyone back in her room in her pink fluffy domain. Eros of course in front of a bunch of food still amused at the the little group.”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled -2)
The pink light settles into a plush, glittering room, all soft walls, low tables, and trays of rich food. Rosmira lands in Eros's domain again, this time in a cozy chamber that feels more lounge than throne room.
Fanrir is gone, sent back where he came from in a blink of heat and perfume. The pressure he brought with him lifts at once.
Eros
There. Much better. He can cool off elsewhere.
Eros lounges by the spread, amused and unbothered, as if this is all a lovely dinner interruption. The room keeps its rosy glow, but the edges of the tension finally loosen.
Leon Wolfe
That is, honestly, a relief.
Nayla Iko
Fine. Let him remember he was sent away.
Madam Cleara
Then we are done here, for now.
Rosmira, Leon, and Nayla remain together in the pink hush of the room, with food waiting and danger temporarily out of reach.
The chamber dissolved into neon and rooftop air, then softened again into a quiet lounge beyond Eros's reach. Cleara's gaze swept the room at once, while Leon and Nayla took up their watch by instinct.
Eros
How rude. I had not finished with my little performance.
Rosmira
Then it is over now.
Madam Cleara
Good. Breathe, all of you. We are out.
Leon Wolfe
Safe enough for tonight. That counts.
Nayla Iko
For once, I agree.
Rosmira stood in the calm after the storm, no longer caught in Eros's careful hands. The lounge held only warm light, watchful companions, and the simple, earned fact of her freedom. Behind her, Dimmerra lost its grip.