A pilgrimage of sorts (open)
Valentine's Day was approaching and Yuri had made her plans. She was currently on her way to Aphrodite's temple to have part of them blessed. Or whatever. In a shopping bag she had a sweet pink silk nightgown and matching robe. The white was too wedding-night and the red too obviously 'seduction', but the pink was pale and sweet, not that PINK that so many things tended to be for the holiday.
Now, if she wore the gown to sleep in she could live with that. She wasn't exactly against it spending the night on a chair either.
Ah, Valentine's Day was good when Yuri had a boyfriend.
In the streets or the temple.
Now, if she wore the gown to sleep in she could live with that. She wasn't exactly against it spending the night on a chair either.
Ah, Valentine's Day was good when Yuri had a boyfriend.
In the streets or the temple.