After the great battle, the two finally had some rare time alone. The warmth unique to a female Elf radiated from Alleria. Her long career as a Ranger had left her body firm, yet her skin was as smooth and tender as ever, hardly like that of a Ranger with so many years of military service.
Beneath the pale yellow glow of the magic lamps, accompanied by the female Elf's seductive murmurs, alluring waves of flesh rippled gently, then intertwined.
As a series of intoxicating moans and heavy panting ended, Patrick and Alleria draped themselves in fine silk robes and stood on the balcony, gazing at the Floating City by night.
Though night had fallen, the Floating City remained brightly lit. Its glittering bars and clubs were still reveling through the night.
Since the Sunwell had been corrupted, nightlife throughout Quel'Thalas had returned to its former exuberance. The prevailing attitudes in Quel'Thalas were now far better than before the Dark Portal opened. Pleasure was no longer the Elves' only choice; choosing to fight for the kingdom had gradually become the mainstream ideal.
But habits formed over many years were not easily changed. All Patrick could do was guide them slowly. At the very least, he wanted Elves willing to serve the kingdom, as well as those with genuine ability, to rise to positions of authority. As for those unwilling to work who wanted only pleasure, they could simply enjoy themselves in peace.
But without putting in the effort, they should not beg for power. What one gave and what one received went hand in hand.
In the Quel'Thalas of the past, 90% of Elves had felt their talents went unrecognized. Did claiming to be talented really mean they were? Not necessarily.
How were their abilities to be verified? By appointing