The afternoon sun hung high in the bright blue sky as Mel exited the dormitory, her steps light with a sense of bliss.
Her hand swung idly, holding one of three sweat-soaked towels she had won in the two more spars with Rosana.
She stretched it across the sun with glimmering golden eyes, admiring its majesty like a perverted panty thief.
Then naturally, she pulled it close to her nose for a long, hard sniff.
[ ...Mel. ]
As the muffled snort echoed on the pavement, the Witch of Lust's eyes flickered to the panel.
She squinted, her mouth still covered in the cloth. "What, partner? You're just as perverted as I am, so you should understand."
[ No, the opposite. I'm a little jealous. ]
Mel blinked. "Of Rosana's sweat? Uh... I don't want to give them to you though..."
She was someone possessive of her future lover-to-be. It was her reward. Hers alone!
[ You have been mistaken. I've no interest in any Witch other than you, little Mel. ]
