Black Widow woke in a soft, spacious bed.
She had slept better than ever before. After all, what could be better than opening her eyes to find Annan lying beside her?
She leaned against the side of the bed, a slender pipe in her pale hand. Rising smoke gradually veiled her face, leaving only the flicker of its glowing tip.
The long lashes of the "Annan" beside her fluttered, and a pair of bleary black eyes opened.
Those eyes quickly registered the situation and cleared.
"Shh... Don't speak."
Smoke-scented fingers pressed against "Annan's" lips.
"Annan" obediently lay still.
Black Widow suddenly lost interest. She put away her pipe and blew the smoke aside.
"What a shame. You're not him."
Black Widow rose, letting "Annan" see her snow-white back. She slipped into her Mage Robe, covering a body that looked like a work of art.
She changed back into Annan's appearance and told the other "Annan" on the bed, "Change back."
"Annan" acted as though she hadn't heard. Clutching the blanket, she frowned, fear showing on her face.
That expression would never appear on the real Annan's face. Black Widow hadn't liked it at first... but for some reason, it unexpectedly moved her.
"What's wrong?"
"If Lord Annan finds out, he'll send me to the gallows..."
"Relax. No one knows about this, and nothing happened, right?" Black Widow sounded like she wanted no responsibility for it. "We just slept holding each other, like a child cuddling a Doll... A Doll..."
A bold idea suddenly struck Black Widow: what if she made lifelike Annan Dolls and sold them to his fans...?
If Annan found out, he would definitely hang her from the gallows.
Ten minutes later, fake Annan and Fake Black Widow emerged from the room, each back in their respective roles.