The orange bonfire flickered in the large tent, sparking the fresh scent of pine. Amidst this mild woody aroma, wafted a kind of enchanting feminine scent. It was rich and voluptuous like musk, reminiscent of the Temple of the Goddess of Fertility, yet as captivating as summer flowers.
"Hmm? Nothing at all?..."
"Indeed... Your Highness, if you don't believe, you can check for yourself..."
Xiulote sat cross-legged on a crocodile skin rug, scrutinizing the woman who entered the tent. His gaze moved from her meticulously groomed toes, slowly upwards along the exposed ankle, over a gracefully long path, pausing momentarily at a delicately pruned valley. Then, he raised his eyebrows, his gaze sliding over half an enticing arc, past a taut and smooth abdomen, then to the other half of a stunning arc, with a slight sigh in his heart. Finally, his gaze swept over her elegant neck, past slightly parted red lips, settling on a radiant and beautiful face.
