Heat curls up my spine, my gaze smoothing up her fishnet stockings to the slit in her dress where her dagger is proudly displayed. Then upwards to the swell of her breasts pushed up high by the tight corset around her waist, until I end up staring directly at her jeweled eyes already trained on me. I don’t look away. Don’t pretend I wasn’t just caught surveying her physique. Instead, I just continue to stare. The carnal ache building and building.
