Erika slowly uncrossed her legs, her movements deliberate and tempting as the sound of fabric brushing together. The luxurious room glowed softly behind her, while the dark reflection of the river outside shimmered across her tanned skin.
While reclining against the centre of the massive bed, the blonde demoness looked less like a queen and more like a rich girl luring someone into a night of trouble.
This atmosphere suited her perfectly.
"Hm?" She tilted her head slightly. "What's with that look?"
Asmodeus loosened another button near his collar.
"I was wondering something."
"Oh?" Erika leaned forward with immediate curiosity. "What?"
"Whether you're aware of how inviting you look right now."
Her lips twitched slightly as a faint flush spread across her cheeks while she clicked her tongue and tried to keep her composure.
"Can you stop attacking my weak spots? It's making me emotionally vulnerable!"
"And when exactly are you emotionally vulnerable?"
