Put up Beneath Their Masks. No actual sex in this story; putting it in would have meant writing a different, longer arc.
Emaris woke cradled in Tedraun's arms, a row of faces staring down at her. Masks lined the walls of every chamber in his home, every imaginable beast depicted in a cacophony of shapes and colors.
"It's a good thing Mayfly Night's finally come," she murmured into his ear.
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