Our muses get stuck in a small closet together

#7

            ❝ I don’t think so… I think it’s just this stuffy closet! ❞

♔ Elise let out a frustrated sigh and let her head rest on Harold’s chest. It certainly was
     hot in there… drops of sweat formed on their foreheads, accompanied by labored
     breathing.

            ❝ Can you cool me down somehow, Harold? ❞ she said, looking up into her
                subordinate’s concerned eyes.