Third Underground Level, Auction Hall
Without drawing attention to himself, Lian smoothly edged Aren aside just as the succubus was about to sit next to Rory.
A slight shift of his body was all it took for him to claim the coveted seat beside her.
He leaned in comfortably. Close enough that the warmth of his body was unmistakable. Close enough that, with the slightest movement, their shoulders might brush.
Yet he somehow maintained the perfect sliver of distance—enough to avoid appearing overbearing while still making his presence impossible to ignore.
"Mistress..."
His voice drifted softly into Rory's ear.
The final syllable lingered, slightly drawn out, like a feather lightly grazing the edge of her ear.
"In a little while, let's see if there's anything here that catches your eye."
As he spoke, he deliberately let his breath skim across the side of her neck.
"If you find something you like, just point it out."
