The steam from the hot shower had long since dissipated, leaving the air in Leo Shaw’s private suite crisp and smelling faintly of high-end sandalwood and ozone. He lay sprawled across the expansive, silk-covered mattress, his wet hair dampening the pillow, yet his mind was miles away from sleep. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but he wasn't looking at the intricate plasterwork or the subtle glow of the Energy Screen recessed into the moldings. Instead, his focus was entirely internal, navigating the translucent blue interface of the Goddess Affection System that hovered within his field of vision.
The day had been a whirlwind, a chaotic sequence of events that would have broken a lesser man. From the chalk-on-forehead incident in Class 2-Spirit to the high-stakes confrontation in the
