With a grace that defied the chaos of the moment, Nyctophila glided through the sea of shocked faces, extending a hand to the trembling bride. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down Alyxxia's spine. "Let's give them a scandal they'll never forget." Alyxxia's pulse quickened as she took Nyctophila's hand, allowing herself to be led away from the judgmental whispers and the gaping mouths of the wedding guests. They slipped into an unused room, the door clicking shut with the finality of a tomb behind them. The air was thick with the scent of unspent passion and the promise of something wickedly delicious.