Amon, The Legendary Overlord

That day, a play was in progress, and tickets were still available.

The theater was immense, comparable to a football stadium.

Amon and Barbara found their seats in the lower left corner, somewhat distant from the stage. However, their advanced visual abilities allowed them to see as if they were in the front row, even from afar.

The view was fascinating, with architecture that blended the classical with the contemporary, elegant lines, and translucent glass panels allowing natural light to enter.

The suspended ceiling was an engineering masterpiece, with lighting that projected twinkling stars and moving constellations.

The seats were ergonomic art pieces, made of cutting-edge technological materials, molding to each viewer's body, with an individual sound system.

Seated in the couple's seat, Barbara, with her legs over Amon's thighs, said with a smile, "It was a great choice to come here."

Amon, with her leaning on his chest, stroked her hair with his left hand and replied, "Yes, it's good to try new things..."

For both, it was their first time in a place like that.

Although they had been to the cinema, it did not compare to a theater.

The show soon began.

The stage was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, capable of transforming into any imagined setting, with holographic projections and spectacular special effects.

The images were crisp, adding a magical touch to the scenes performed by the actors.

Murmurs, comments on the scenes, expressions of surprise, and applause sounded occasionally.

The atmosphere in the theater was vibrant and electrifying, with immersive sound, dynamic lighting, and fascinating visual effects.

It was a play of tragic love, full of magic and power, something like Romeo and Juliet, but with more action, dramatization, and plot twists.

When the kiss scene on stage arrived, it triggered a wave of tenderness that swept through the theater, capturing the essence of the play in each pair of lips that met.

It was a contagious scene, which could cause discomfort and laughter for those who were alone or with a friend of the same sex, exchanging embarrassed glances as they saw several couples kissing.

Amon and Barbara were among the couples who kissed. It was not an overwhelming kiss, but a kiss filled with mutual love, before turning back to continue watching the play.

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"It was fun," said Barbara cheerfully, with her arms wrapped around Amon's left arm.

Amon looked at her with a slight smile on his lips, while his eyes sparkled softly.

"Yes, it was," replied Amon. "We should come back when we have the chance."

"That's a good idea," agreed Barbara. "I like being close to you in a dark place, watching a play or a movie. It's a wonderful feeling that I believe I would never tire of, even after a thousand years."

Her voice was soft, flirtatious, and dreamy, melting Amon's heart.

He held her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it. Ꮇ*Ʋ+Լ!?

"That would be amazing," said Amon. "Even after a thousand years, Barbara, I know I would not tire of you."

"Amon~" Barbara's heart seemed to melt.

Amon did not say he loved her at that moment, nor that she was beautiful, but his words were worth more than any love oath. She realized he was speaking from the heart, which moved her so much that she pulled his arm, making him lean towards her, and stole a kiss from his lips.

This scene did not go unnoticed. They were a young and beautiful couple, with an incredible aura, especially Amon. Because of this, they naturally attracted the attention of the people around them.

When they kissed, some smiled, while some more dreamy girls blushed from head to toe, feeling that the young couple was very beautiful and daring at the same time for kissing in a public place, with so many people leaving the theater at that moment.

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Amon and Barbara arrived at the restaurant, a place where the play of neon lights outlined the metal and glass forms of the building, creating the illusion of a vibrant and dynamic structure. Upon entering, they were greeted by a facial recognition system that addressed them by name, eliminating the need for conventional check-in.

They walked among tables that gracefully hovered above the floor, suspended by a hidden magnetic force, while robot waiters circulated among the diners, delivering dishes that looked more like edible sculptures. The menus were displayed on floating holograms, which customers could navigate and select with hand gestures in the air.

Barbara and Amon settled at a secluded table, which was soon enveloped by a translucent dome, creating an oasis of privacy amidst the hum of the environment and offering a cozy retreat. Above them, the ceiling projected a simulation of a starry night sky, adding a touch of charm to the futuristic and serene atmosphere.

Despite the setting filled with technological advancements, for them, it was simply another dinner for two.

"This is my first time in a restaurant completely operated by robots and artificial intelligence," commented Barbara, looking around.

"Me too," replied Amon, sharing her curiosity.

"It's probably because there aren't many establishments like this one," said Barbara, reflecting on the uniqueness of the place. "Most people still value human service and care."

Amon nodded in agreement, understanding her perspective.

Despite this general preference, both were enjoying the novelty of the experience.

After examining the menu carefully, they decided what they would like to order.

They made their selections with gestures in the air, interacting with the holographic menu floating in front of them. It was a dance of fingers and palms that, to a casual observer, might seem like a futuristic choreography.

While waiting for their dishes to arrive, Barbara and Amon talked about the peculiarities of the restaurant, commenting on the precision of the robot waiters and the efficiency of the service. The atmosphere was pleasant, and the technology only added an extra layer of fascination to the encounter.

The wait was short, and soon the dishes arrived at the table, delivered by a robot whose movements were so smooth that one could barely hear its approach. The presentation of the food was impeccable, each element of the dish arranged with artistic precision that challenged the notion it had been prepared by non-human hands.

Before indulging in the dishes in front of them, Amon and Barbara shared a look of mutual satisfaction.

"Bon appétit~," Barbara murmured, her voice tinged with a sweetness that carried a provocative and seductive touch, as if each word was chosen to enchant.

"Likewise," Amon responded, maintaining the brevity of his words.

As they explored the innovative flavors presented to them, the conversation naturally flowed into the realm of plans and dreams they had for the future. Barbara, with a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes, also took the opportunity to inquire about Amon's experiences in the special class.

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