"W-What do you mean?" Zagrath asked, looking bewildered, like I was being unfair.
"Come on, don't give me that look," I sighed.
"But you are being unfair!"
"At least hear me out first," I said.
"Alright."
I leaned in and whispered into Zagrath's ear. Her ears perked, her eyes widened, and then a smile bloomed across her face.
"That's a risky task—like dancing over a bonfire with my pussy. Still, I'll do it," Zagrath said, clenching her fists. "So when do we perform the upgrading ritual?" she added.
"Oi, do what I asked first," I replied with a smirk, making her pout.
"What are you two talking about?!" Zamira demanded, sounding intensely jealous. Amber, for some reason, still looked flustered.
"Why do you want to know? It's a secret—you're not invited, choo," Zagrath said, curt and dismissive, which only provoked Zamira more.
