Asmodeus straightened his outfit, loose black desert warrior pants, light cloth boots tied above his ankles with rope, stopping sand and dirt from entering. Abs and chest fully exposed, with loose white arm wraps that fastened around his neck.
'I have a bad feeling.'
He closed his eyes, feeling a dense weight in his gut when a finger suddenly slid across the surface of his stomach. A woman's pleasant hum echoed when the firm flesh bounced back against her fingers.
"Your muscles are really deadly~ I don't think any woman could resist these things if you just slightly tempted them to play with fire." Nerim chewed her bottom lip while glancing up at his face; her wet blue eyes dazzled like a bit of fangirl. "Such a bad body, I want to keep it hidden from those vixens!"
As she spread her palm and squeezed, Asmodeus shook his head, grasping her wrist.
"Be good, tonight is for Logan."
