Aurora’s POV:
Perched on pillow cushions, I'm stumped on how to react while trapped in a living room with my sisters, encircled by a bunch of men with things like silver whips rolled and hung to one side of their hips and swords hung on the other side.
They're dressed in these extremely skintight, black suits that leave nothing to the imagination and honestly I would be drooling all over myself if I wasn’t uneasy about the events that could take place in the next coming minutes.
The room is dimly lit with candles, the smell of incense is incredibly strong, there’s a large rectangle sized opening in the wall to the right which has a nice view of a bamboo garden.
And apart from the fresh air or the eerie sounds of the forest which can be heard, there’s also the sound of a waterfall. O
