She grabbed her own breasts, involuntarily, her arms crossing over her chest in a protective gesture that only drew attention to the cleavage she was trying to hide. The motion pressed her breasts together, the flesh swelling above her forearms, and a small, broken cry escaped her throat.
Tianlong looked at the prince. The man was staring, his mouth still open, his face a mask of frozen horror.
"I'm going to take this one," Tianlong said. His tone was the same as if he were selecting a fruit from a market stall.
The prince bowed. Deep. His forehead nearly touched his knees. "As you wish, Emperor Tianlong."
The portal reopened behind Tianlong — the crimson-and-gold tear in reality, its edges shimmering. He stepped backward toward it, and the woman's hovering body followed, drawn by the divine qi cocoon that wrapped around her.
"Stop! You monster!" she screamed. Her voice broke on the word. "Let me go! Let me find my son! I need to find my—"
The portal swallowed them.
