Frost gazed at the adult Khione; his eyes filled with inquisition. He wondered why his opponent was in the form of a young her.
His look caused Khione to once again don that mischievous expression, a naughtiness that seemed to have existence since her childhood.
Frost was correct in his suspicions; she didn't choose her younger form by random chance. There was a means to her decision, one that may not be necessarily beneficial but certainly comical.
With confidence and no small amount of arrogance Khione rose to her staggering 3 metre height, straightened her back allowing those so called 'burdens' to thrust themselves into the space before her, lightly bouncing with her movements and moving in tandem with her breath. Sexy, alluring and unbelievable teasing in the eyes of the young man starved for affection.
