On screen, a red balloon drifted into view, floating down a residential street. Seraleth's gaze flicked from the screen to Noah, then back to the screen.
"I think I understand the appeal of horror films now," Seraleth said, her voice carrying just the slightest tremor of anticipation.
Noah reached out, his hand brushing against the hem of her casual shirt. "First balloon, Sera. Rules are rules."
Seraleth didn't hesitate. She reached down, gripped the fabric of her top, and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. She tossed the garment onto the floor.
Noah felt his breath hitch. Beneath the shirt, Seraleth wore a simple, functional bra that did little to hide the sheer perfection of her form. He shifted his gaze, trying to maintain his composure, but his eyes kept drifting back to her.
'She is incredible,' Noah thought, his pulse quickening. 'The proportions are just... impossible.'
