The servant barely had time to flinch.
She'd turned to leave after delivering her report, footsteps light against the moss-covered stones of the garden—but the moment she moved, a pair of warm, velvet-clad arms wrapped tightly around her waist and yanked her backward.
She yelped as her feet left the ground, flailing helplessly until she was unceremoniously pulled into a lap that wasn't hers.
"High Priestess Jenna! Let go! This is completely improper!"
The servant cried, wriggling as she tried to escape.
The red-haired woman leaned in, her chin resting lightly on the servant's shoulder.
"Come now. You're already here. Why not stay a little longer? Help me unwind. You wouldn't deny your High Priestess a moment of comfort, would you?"
She said, her voice sweet and slow like honey.
One of her hands snuck around the waist before they reached for that tunic to try and feel more of the naked skin.
It made the servant panic even more as she struggled to get out of her hold.
