Starglow Basin Walk of Shame

saya let out a low, sultry laugh, the kind that curled in the air like smoke. relax, arslan, she murmured, her tone as smooth as velvet, i’m not here to judge. she stepped back, giving him space, though her eyes lingered on him with an amused glint.

everyone has their vices, she added, her voice carrying a knowing edge. some indulge in pleasures of the flesh, others in power, or maybe a little chaos. her lips curved into a teasing smirk, head tilting just slightly as if she were sizing him up. yours just happens to be... well, obvious.

she flicked her tail lazily and let her gaze drift toward the stone quarter. besides, she continued, her tone almost casual, what’s a little lingering scent compared to the mess we all carry? the grin she gave him was sharp, pointed, as if daring him to rise to her provocation—or let it slide.