As Astrid's face drew closer, those crimson eyes shimmering like starlight skies gradually enlarged in Lyra's vision, so much that she could even count the number of the other girl's eyelashes, and see her own reflection mirrored in both of those beautiful pupils.
Her body temperature had already begun soaring the moment that exquisitely crafted midnight-blue high heel dropped to the floor, and when she felt the smooth, delicate touch of silken thighs against her own legs, encased in pristine white stockings, straight and firm, it was as if warm jade had lightly brushed against her. Lyra's mind plunged into utter chaos, briefly losing all sense of where she was.
Astrid's actions now… didn't quite resemble those of a dignified and proper imperial princess.
Rather, they were more akin to those of a silver-haired succubus, lethal in her charm.
