Lyra licked her lip slowly, savoring the juice, her tongue tracing the curve with deliberate sensuality, and gave a low, smoky laugh that sent heat pooling in loins across the room.
"You know what I adore about courts?" she purred, her voice like velvet sliding over a throat, rich and intoxicating, making thighs clench and nipples harden.
"The desperation. The way everyone fucks each other without touching."
Her words dripped with innuendo, her dagger tracing higher on her thigh, teasing the edge of her robes, her own arousal evident in the faint wetness glistening between her legs.
Sereya exhaled through her nose, her voluptuous body shifting on the throne, her crimson gown parting to reveal more of her creamy thighs, her full breasts straining against the golden chains, her nipples stiffening under the growing tension.
"You weren't summoned," she said, her amber eyes narrowing, her voice a warm purr laced with authority, her arousal stirring at Lyra's audacity.
