“Do you have any idea what you look like right now?”
Winona stood in the doorway, one brow raised, arms crossed, clearly amused.
Her gaze slowly drifted over the scene: Renee lounging like royalty, wings slightly ruffled, legs crossed, lips curled в a playful smirk — and whipped cream smeared on her cheek and nose.

“I’m just sitting,” Renee purred, licking a bit of cream off her finger with exaggerated slowness. “Angels deserve a little treat too, don’t they?”

Winona stepped closer, trying to hold back a grin.
“Did the ‘treat’ explode in your face, or is this a new skincare ritual?”

Renee giggled, then extended a leg, gently brushing her foot along Winona’s hip.
“Maybe I just needed a reason for you to come clean me up.”

Winona leaned in, her voice low and teasing:
“Careful, bunny. Keep talking like that and I’ll help — with my tongue.”

Rene’s eyes sparkled.
“Well then… guess this angel’s about to be very sweet.”

They both knew: temptation was part of the game — and neither of them planned to play fair.