The moment Yona slipped through the grand doors of Elven's estate, the music erupted in a wild crescendo—an intoxicating blend of rhythm, melody, and magic that seemed to pulse through her veins.
Her pelvis traced slow arcs to the beat as she moved like a temptress born for this night.
The soft click of her heels echoed faintly on the polished marble, mingling with the scent of jasmine and spice that clung to the air.
With a mischievous grin, she cast a quick root sprouting spell behind her, causing Faeth on her heels to stumble—his eyes narrowing with playful annoyance.
"Ahaha," Yona giggled, tossing her head with a sly curl tugging at the corner of her lips. She turned just in time to see him stumble forward, catching himself with a low chuckle. "Watch your step, Faeth. Wouldn't want you tripping over your own ego."
Faeth's laugh rumbled low and teasing, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you're going to pay for that, little trickster. Just wait."
The bass thumped in her chest, sending a slow, steady pulse through her veins.
The shimmering harp strings teased her ears, while haunting vocals wrapped around her like a whispered secret—every note stirring something wild and irresistible inside her.
Behind them, Tammi, Yona's longtime friend and sharp-tongued brother, and Elven, Faeth's brother and a charming man who never missed a chance to tease, wove effortlessly through the crowd, their presence magnetic.
When Tammi's eyes locked onto Yona's, he flashed a grin that dared her to keep up—an unspoken challenge.
Elven's smirk mirrored the sentiment, his aura practically shimmering with the promise of mischief.
Yona darted ahead, laughing breathless as Faeth lunged, grabbing her waist with a firm, possessive grip.
Together, they weaved through the swirling crowd, the warmth of bodies and flickering lanterns guiding her steps.
As she pushed past a cluster of enchanted tables, a familiar voice called out—"Yona! Over here!"
"Yona!" called Ginja, the tall elven mage with cascading silver hair and a knowing smile, her voice warm and inviting.
Yona's eyes lit up as she sashayed toward her, her movements rippling like a flame. Her scarlet spider lily dress clung to every curve, revealing just enough skin to ignite desire—her confidence radiating through every step.
The party buzzed around them, a living, breathing entity of sound and light, pulling Yona deeper into its embrace.
Yona weaved through the crowd with effortless confidence, when her eyes landed on Ginja near a cluster of enchanted tables glowing with shimmering elixirs. The tall elven mage's silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief as she caught sight of Yona.
A sly curl tugged at Yona's lips as she approached with a slow, deliberate stride, her movements dripping with confidence in time with the infectious beat pulsing through the estate.
"Ginja," Yona drawled softly, her voice velvety and inviting, "you look like you're enjoying yourself… or perhaps just waiting for the right troublemaker to find you?"
Ginja chuckled, a melodic sound rippling like a gentle stream. "Yona, always a tease. But you know I can't resist when you walk into a room like that." Her gaze flicked down briefly, lingering on the scarlet spider lily dress hugging Yona's curves, the slit revealing just enough skin to tempt.
Yona tilted her head, eyes smoldering. "Oh, I'm just here to add a little spice. Care to join me for a drink? The enchanted cocktails here are dangerously good."
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The estate's grand doors swung open wide, spilling warm amber light onto the moonlit grounds. Inside, the space was a kaleidoscope of glittering chandeliers, enchanted lanterns casting shimmering pools of color, and the low hum of lively conversations turning into laughter and flirtation.
Magic sparkled in the air like luminous dust—some invisible, some visibly shimmering in swirling trails that wrapped around guests like seductive jewelry. The scent of exotic spices, blooming night flowers, and aged whiskey wove through the air, thick and heady.
Yona's eyes sparkled, reflecting the swirling spectacle as she stepped inside, Tammi right behind her, their movements fluid and confident. The party was alive—a riot of music, voices, and magic that beckoned with every breath.
A live band played at the far end, enchanted instruments producing melodies that melted into a deep, sultry drumbeat. The lead singer's voice rolled over the crowd like velvet, seductive and hypnotic, promising secrets and forbidden pleasures.
The dance floor was a shimmering sea of bodies—some levitating slightly, others moving with effortless grace, all pressed together in a whirl of desire. Couples pressed close, their hands exploring, breaths mingling—each movement a promise of something more.
Yona's gaze caught Elven, already lost in a sensuous dance with a midnight-blue figure, their bodies moving with magnetic ease. Faeth was nearby, nursing a glowing, neon-bright cocktail, his eyes flickering with mischief and amusement as he watched the revelry.
Tammi leaned in close, voice husky with anticipation. "Ready to stir up some trouble?"
Yona's lips curled into a playful, seductive smile. "Trouble's my middle name—and you're just lucky to be around for the show."
They melted into the crowd, weaving seamlessly between groups. Drinks appeared in their hands—crimson cocktails sparking with elemental fire, iridescent liquids swirling with promise—each sip fueling their daring.
Flirtation and laughter filled the air. A pair of dancers twirled so close their bodies nearly fused, their giggles ringing like a tempting melody. Nearby, a bard's sultry ballad wove a story of forbidden love and midnight rendezvous, sending a thrill through Yona's veins