My very five senses came to light as if I was blind, deaf, and dumb throughout the rest of the evening, and finally gained insight.
What the fuck is she doing here?
Catching the attention of every werelion in the room as her intoxicating scent blossomed like an irresistible drug around the room. I didn't know what got to me first... the anger or hunger slowly and terribly building within me ready to explode.
Maybe both.
She's dressed in a gold slender gown, with a cut right at the front that stopped mid-thighs, showing her milky thighs, with a visible thigh chain. Her hair was left to fall over her shoulders in a heavy curly wave and simple long chain earrings. She barely has any visible makeup but her lips were covered in some nude lipstick that made her lips look kissable or worse luring every damn werelion in this hall, taunting them with that tight body of hers, that gown sticking to her body like a second skin and with each movement, it showed just how endowed she is.
Fuck…
