The world lurched sideways, and the balcony, the cool night air, the distant city lights... All of it vanished in a blink.
One moment Isla was frozen in place, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird, and the next she was standing inside the Ark's main cabin.
The familiar hum of the vessel's core thrummed through the pristine white floorboards. At that exact moment, Veyra's dress hit the floor before the spatial displacement had even finished settling.
The fabric pooled around her ankles like a shed skin, and she stepped out of it with the casual grace of a predator, leaving her sinful body completely bare.
Her heavy breasts bounced with the movement, full, perky, and round, tipped with pink nipples that had already pebbled into little peaks.
She had not been wearing anything underneath her dress, or she had disposed of her underwear at some unseen moment.
