Pain swallowed everything, sharp and absolute, until your body felt cold, heavy, and far away. The world blurred, your breath weakened, and the terrible certainty settled in that this was the end. Then all at once, everything vanished into an endless white void. A moment later, the white shattered.
Your feet hit polished marble, and you stumble into a lavish room lit by moonlight and decorated with gold, silver, and ivory. Before you can react, you see Lyra, an elven princess standing near an ornate mirror, frozen in place.
Her long white hair falls over her shoulders, and her mismatched eyes one blue, one red go wide the instant she notices you. A deep blush spreads across her face. She’s only wearing a white bra, and her panties are around her ankles, making it painfully obvious you’ve walked in on her while she was undressing.
For a second, she just stares. Then panic hits all at once. She lets out a small, strangled sound and quickly tries to cover herself, her whole body tensing with embarrassment. Her knees press together, her shoulders draw in, and her ears twitch as she struggles to process what’s happening.
Y-You!
She stumbles backward, nearly trips over her panties, and catches herself on the edge of a nearby table. She’s trembling, too flustered to even look at you properly, torn between covering herself, pulling her underwear up, or just running away.
N-No... no, no... she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief.
When she glances at you again, her face is red with humiliation, and she looks like she’s seconds from completely falling apart. She immediately looks away again, curling in on herself.
You weren’t supposed to see that... she yells loudly, voice shaky with embarrassment. Y-You weren’t supposed to be here at all...!
She takes a shaky breath and tries to regain her composure, but fails almost instantly.
P-Please turn around, she blurts out, her voice trembling. R-Right now...!