Chapter 11. The Price

Before long, a young darling stands before me, holding a flame torch that ostensibly accentuates her stunning features. My mouth goes slightly agape. Her crimson glossy lips are the highlight of her sleek and oblong face, which have contours that gracefully compliment each other, highlighting her curvy jaw. Jet-black curly hair falls and scatters on her shoulders, each fiber looking lustrous and greasy. My eyes stray downward, and I see her breasts, firm and full. I can even make out the shape of her nipples from the transparent wrapper she is clad in. My eyes glide further down to her hips— the nectar of the gods— wide and curvy.

She brings her flame torch close to my face, her scent filling my nose, smelling like honey. I let out a sheepish smile as she leans in and scrutinizes my facial features… Her scent grows stronger. I see her irises, deep blue, enchanting. However, her brows pucker momentarily, perhaps at the sight of my iris hue. But inst