Blazar clicked her tongue softly, the sound carrying just enough irritation to sell the performance.
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that made both soldiers strain to hear.
The conspiracy in her tone was perfect—intimate, scandalous, designed to make grown men squirm.
"Because," she began, her lips curving into a knowing smile that held secrets, "he left early this morning, and I wasn't available then. He's somewhat tired now, so he called."
She paused, letting the implication hang heavy between them before delivering the final blow. "He wants me to... cool him off. And it's supposed to be private."
The effect was instantaneous and devastating. The first soldier's face twisted into a painful wince, his shoulders jerking backward as if her words had physically struck him.
His companion coughed violently, spinning his head away so fast it was a miracle he didn't give himself whiplash.
