The entrance to the Fortress of Endless Heat loomed before them like the world's horniest volcano—complete with pink steam billowing from suggestive crevices and an ambient soundtrack of breathy sighs, moans, and a suspicious amount of saxophone.
Henry stood at the foot of the drawbridge, arms crossed, glitter still in his hair. "I'm not going in there until someone explains why the walls are throbbing."
Seraphina squinted. "I think it's… breathing."
The entire fortress exhaled. A puff of hot, cinnamon-scented air blew Henry's shirt halfway up his chest.
"Okay, no. That's it. I'm done. We've officially crossed into sentient building foreplay. I refuse to get seduced by masonry."
A sultry, echoing voice boomed from the walls: "Don't knock it till you try it, big boy."
Henry squeaked and jumped behind Seraphina. "The building just flirted with me!"
Seraphina snorted. "If you start dating architecture, I'm leaving you in a moat."
