Nathan blinked. "In the world... what?"
Lilith smiled. It wasn't her usual lusty smirk—this one was deeper, almost nostalgic. Her breasts, barely held by the milk-splashed fabric, jiggled softly as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
"In the world of Rabierlm," she said, dragging the last syllable like a sigh. "A dimension filled with battle-hardened races, where the ones with rabbit ears—yes, rabbit ears—stand at the peak of the food chain."
Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Bunny girls rule the world?"
"They don't rule it. They fight for it. Every inch of power is earned through combat. Compassion? It's seen as weakness. Only victory matters."
Her fingers traced along her own collarbone, slowly dipping toward the deep valley between her mounds.
"That's where Domina and Livia come from," Lilith continued. "Born into a society that praises domination, not hugs."
