"Oh my fucking god," Iridessa moaned, grabbing Zyair's shirt.
"Let’s go to the room," Zyair whispered.
"Carry me. I don't think I can walk to the room; my legs are shaking," Iridessa said.
"Wow... Aren't you hungry?" Zyair asked.
"I can't eat like this," Iridessa muttered, staring at her wet clothes.
"My god... You must...