Monique looked toward the entrance of the tunnel. A tall, imposing figure was ducking under the stalactites, shaking rain from a heavy, woolen cloak. As the figure straightened up, the twilight glow of the cavern caught the glint of golden scales peeking out from beneath a human collar, and eyes that burned like molten coal.
When I had nothing left to give, Monique draped a robe over my shoulders. It weighed nothing, yet warmed me completely. monique-s secret spa- part 1