Aethoniel, her crimson antennae twitching with an almost imperceptible quiver, had been observing the preceding events with a quiet intensity.
Her golden eyes, narrowed into crimson slits, tracked Aiden's every movement, a strange mix of apprehension and fierce longing swirling within their depths.
Her black hair, long and sleek, clung to her back, still wet from the bath, and the golden streaks that crisscrossed her ant-skin seemed to pulse with a nervous energy.
Her massive breasts and hips, round and full, bobbed gently with the subtle shifts of the water, and the thin crown of mana above her head flickered, mirroring her internal state.
She didn't speak, didn't move, simply waited, her wings, usually wide and shimmering, now folded tight against her back.
Aiden's blue eyes found her, a playful smirk curving his lips.
He extended a hand, his fingers beckoning. "Come here, little ant."
