Mel glanced over Rosana's figure. The heiress's supple skin glistened with sweat, her crimson dress clinging damply to her form, subtly revealing the curves of her thighs and arms.
The Witch of Lust's eyes curved. "Ready to fulfill your promise, Miss Rosana?"
Rosana's brows rose. Mel's golden eyes, once pure and divine, now shimmered with desire.
"You speak as if this is a challenge." Rosana chuckled. "Not even bothering to hide your lust-laden intent?"
Tilting her head, Mel mustered up an 'innocent' tone. "It'd be more difficult to hide my excitement for you, Miss Rosana."
Then, the tone grew heavier, almost predatory as Mel's lips curled to a foxy smile. "You know what I've been eying for a long time."
Rosana's eyes blinked. A daring taunt. She wondered if the prey was always so talented at flirting or born this way.
She gladly exclaimed, finding a slight relief in the open honesty. "Then, let us not waste any more time."
