Right at that exact second, one of the newly arrived doncellas—a particularly stunning, voluptuous girl named Sharon—stepped forward from the group. She had been staring at Ethan with an unmasked, burning intensity from the moment she entered the private quarters. Like every single female refiner and attendant within the local district, she had spent the last six months watching his legendary, towering figure from a distance. There wasn't a single woman under his employment who didn't desperately fantasize about experiencing a private treatment from the divine physician—and they certainly weren't thinking about a medical checkup.
Sharon smoothly closed the distance, her full hips swaying beneath her silk robes as she looked up at him through her thick lashes, her voice dripping with a playful, highly seductive confidence.
