The rain outside the window turned into a curtain.
Lying lazily on the sofa, the Pestilence Witch gently stroked her fair stomach with her pale fingers, her pretty face showing a hint of complaint, "Why hasn't that man come back yet."
"How about, I go look for him?" The Goddess of Plague walked down the stairs, her gaze falling on the Pestilence Witch who was lying lazily on the couch. She was dressed in a short white skirt, her long, pale legs resting on the armrest of the sofa. She was wearing a white top embroidered with patterns that was quite short, revealing her fair stomach, which she touched gently with her hands.
Propping herself up on the couch, the Pestilence Witch sat cross-legged, her hands resting between her legs, as she looked toward the approaching Goddess of Plague:
"That man is not here today." She wore a curious expression, "Exactly what is your relationship with that man, it seems unusually intimate."
