In the morning, within a certain area of the core ring of the Resonant Trynium Academy, inside a lavishly luxurious room—or more accurately, a lavishly luxurious disaster—a lazy woman slept soundly upon an oversized bed, stark naked. Even by ordinary standards, her sleeping posture was highly questionable.
The blankets had long since been kicked aside, leaving her sprawled across the bed with her buttocks perked up in a bizarre manner that could only be described as indecently uninhibited.
Despite it already being morning, the chamber remained completely dark. The curtains were tightly drawn, the lights extinguished, and not a single ray of sunlight had been permitted entry. That darkness, however, did not last for long. The door slowly opened, allowing a stream of ambient light to spill into the room.
Azara stepped inside. The moment her eyes landed on the room's condition, a frown immediately formed on her face. Then, her gaze shifted toward the sleeping woman.
