Mark," Daniel whispered under his breath.
A delicate floral thorns tattoo bloomed across her pubic area, the dark lines unfurling and sinking into her skin like living ink, like a permanent watermark that only his eyes could ever see.
Once the last thorn locked into place, he invoked the next ability.
"Truth."
The tattoo glowed bright pink. Her eyes slid shut and face went completely neutral as her body locked rigid and motionless.
"Hello? Lady Elira?" Daniel asked, his tone calm and curious.
"Yes, my lord. Please ask me anything," she replied in a flat, even tone.
Daniel grinned and asked, "Why did you try to burn my hand last time?"
Elira paused for a few seconds before answering.
"My lord, that day I received an offer to earn gold coins by teaching the young fire shamans at Cinder Town.
And that evening, when I met you, your presence itched my cunt so badly that I had to force myself under control.
