As the storm raged on the island, the moogles finished up with their duties for the day and the night. These were limited more so than usual because of the storm outside. Which meant cleaning and making sure the magical field was holding. Mr. Mog assured them it would hold and he stayed in his office to oversee the rest of the night's proceedings.

That left Mogette and Moggle alone at the front desk with nothing to do except to twiddle their pom-poms in boredom. Well, Moggle was tending to paperwork while his feminine partner tended to a flower vase she was in the process of putting up.

"We're gonna be in a pickle for a couple days at least...the guests won't be allowed to leave the building until it passes over and-" he turned from the desk and saw that Mogette was humming jovially as she managed the vase of flowers. "Would you get back to work, kupo? There's more than enough for both of us to do."

The female moogle finished putting the touches on the vase, which was full of glowing red and pink flowers. "Done, kupo."

Come to think of it, Moggle had never seen those flowers before and he had been working on the island for quite a long time. He had also been everyone on it, but it seems this pretty flora had fallen through the cracks, so to speak. "Where'd you get those?"

"Mr. Mog said they had been growing in a cave underneath the island, kupo. I wanted to see for myself and well..."

"You took a bunch without permission? What were you thinking?"

"In my defense he never said I couldn't take any, kupo. I thought the resort could be spiced up with a bit of odd beauty, so I put a vase of these flowers in each of the rooms currently being occupied."

Moggle sighed and shook his head, "All that work just for a minor face lift, kupo? You should better prioritize yourself."

Mogette ignored his diatribe. Instead she focused on what she felt was really important. "This resort needed some romantic colors, and with the couples living here, I thought it would help the mood."

That the male moogle couldn't deny. Red and pink were highly romantic colors and the fact that these flowers gave a luminescent of said colors did make sense so he couldn't fault her for that.

Still, he was curious about the flowers. Not just because of the fact that they were glowing, he could handle that part, but because they seemed to be giving off a pollen of sorts. Fine flakes that traveled like dandelion seeds in the air.

Through the innocence of the female moogle she had brought on a flower of legendary renown. Known as Cupid's Arrow, the flowers had once been used by lovers past to help show their affections. An aphrodisiac for the romantic, if you will. Through no fault of their own the moogles had unleashed this flower's power through their own building. The scent of the flowers was spread by the air conditioning system to all corners of the resort, the two moogles didn't quite contemplate that what had just happened did more than just help the mood.

In fact, it sent it far into overdrive, and the only ones who would notice were the couples staying in their private rooms.

The mood had definitely gotten...hotter, and it was just for them to enjoy.