At Martha's words, I raised my head, which had been resting on my palm, finishing the wine in the glass I had been holding and focusing on the Milf.
Like she hadn't just dropped a bomb, the dark-haired mother stood from her seat and, bending, picked up the bottle on the stand and refilled my glass.
When Martha leaned forward, a lot of her cleavage was revealed, her breasts succumbing to gravity, and a great view presented itself to my eyes.
None of that interested me, though. I studied the female opposite me for several seconds, confirming I had understood her correctly.
"You're telling me you're Zira Razur, a great general from your world?"
"Yes."
"You're troublesome, your chest and ass a serious threat, but you don't exactly strike me as the bloodthirsty type."
"Bloodthirsty?" Martha smacked her lips in distaste.
"Savage is more like it." The woman smiled beautifully.
