The slow kiss that Solange was performing comes to an end, admiring the fierce face of her Nephew, inhaling profusely as she barely can believe her dream has almost come true.
"Do I look too savage now, Aunty Solange?"; Asks Khallyon while kneading the large round breasts of the Older Damsel who is sitting on the Rogue Cadet's lap.
"No Khallyon…"; Say the Older Woman trying to convey her lustful demeanor "You are… , *Ahh*, So dreamy…"; She fails completely, clearing her throat to correct the connotation of her words "*Ahem*, I mean, you are really handsome, There is no doubt lingering whether you have become a great catch or not"…
Tha sudden pause of Solange's movements and speech, come along with a sad, dejected and preoccupied expression.
This sets the stage for Khallyon to broach the pressing subject, caressing Solange's cheek, and whispering into her ear "I suppose this is the moment when you tell me why you sent for me… , So?, What do you need to talk about?".
