Beauty trap?
Seems like it's men who have desires like Atlas Hallow. I wonder how he's been living these past few years.
"What are you thinking?" The man with a bare chest and wearing dress pants, without even a belt, seemed especially enticing. As he walked barefoot on the carpet towards her, her heart indeed skipped a beat.
"Thinking about how you spent those years?" Charlotte Miller stood up. Undressing was no big deal for her, not when she wore even less at the beach.
After taking off her jacket, she was wearing a light blue tank top underneath, subtly revealing the perfect silhouette of her chest. Then she poured a glass of water, took a sip, and sat there waiting for Atlas Hallow's response.
"You mean how I relieved my physical desires?" Atlas Hallow looked at her white arms, slim yet not bony, and couldn't help sitting next to her, his big hands caressing and feeling every bit of her delicate skin.
