Stella opened her eyes and tilted her head.
She tapped her lower lip as she studied him, her eyes sweeping slowly from head to toe. She seemed deep in thoughts, reflecting internally what she must've felt in his body.
He could almost see the thought processes in her head, it looked like confusion paired with wonder.
Does she not care that I'm a 'cultist'?
"Doesn't look like you're hiding anything. If you did, you hid it well… Your eyes, however…"
She trailed off, still figuring it out.
"It's my class. My archetype is specialist, my class is beholder. It revolves around my eyes."
"Oh, is that so?" she said, her eyes lit up.
She got closer once more, grabbing his chin and moving his head left and right while looking into his eyes.
"Amazing…" she said.
She was touching him as if they had known each other forever, uncaring that he was almost completely nude. If anything, it felt like she barely considered him like a man, more like a novelty.
