By the next day, Lancet was still trying to process what Espel had asked of him.
Not because he did not understand the words. He understood them perfectly. That was the problem.
Espel Fyrebloom had stood there with the same cool composure and asked him to have sex with her like it was just the same as asking to borrow someone's pencil.
Lancet had thought he was prepared for anything, but that… that definitely caught him off guard.
Her expression hadn't even changed much as she explained herself.
She said she was a virgin and that she had never experienced the act of sex. Lancet, who had quickly become uncomfortable, asked what that had to do with anything.
Espel said that sex was supposed to be a pleasurable thing, right? A thing people claimed brought joy, so she wanted to know for herself whether it really did.
