"Care for a dance, mister Ken?"
He looked up and internally gulped.
Inviting him was a thick, curvy milf with brown hair and mischievous eyes. He had noticed her earlier, and it was nice to see that she had noticed him as well. The way her hips swayed as she extended her hand was confident, like she already knew he'd say yes.
Still, to be invited to dance with such a woman suddenly…
Ken couldn't help but stammer. "Uh-"
She tugged his arm before he could answer. "Don't be shy."
Her hand was warm, her grip firm and teasing. Ken found himself standing before he realized. While his mind turned timid, his body took over. A few villagers whistled in approval, and someone shouted, "Go on, young man!" which only made the heat in his stomach grow hotter.
Aria, across the hall, glanced over mid-spin, cheeks flushed from dancing with her father. 'It's not Dad I want to dance with!' Her gaze quickly ran towards the one whose hand she wanted on her waist, and found that he had his hand on another woman's waist!!
'What? Ken is dancing with…?!'
The music swelled, flutes chirping merrily as the dancers spun in circles. Ken tried to mimic the steps around him. His feet were stiff, but Selene guided him easily, her body moving like water. Her perfume was sweet and fruity. Every time her chest brushed against his arm, an electric pulse hit his breain.
"See? You're a great dancer." The seductive milf whispered in his ear, her voluptuous breasts pushing against his chest. "There was no need to be shy."
"I didn't catch your name." Ken said, trying his best to completely hide his shyness, and horniness.
"It's Selene, dear Ken~" she purred, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel her breath.
They spun once more, Selene laughing lightly when Ken stumbled. She didn't let go of his hand for a second. If anything, she held it tighter, as if to make sure her catch wouldn't slip away.
Meanwhile,
"Alright." Esme, the Angel, clapped her hands together, trying to hype herself up. "Let's try this."
Her hands wrapped around the cup. She brought it to her lips and, once the water spilled into her mouth,
PFFFFT!
"What the hell?" She spat all of it out. "Drinking is completely different from eating or breathing!"
The surrounding villagers turned to look at her with a mix of confusion and concern. Esme wiped her mouth, completely uncaring and oblivious to what those around her thought. "Mortals are strange," She muttered, before trying again
…
The feast went late.
By the time Ken stumbled back to the guesthouse, the village was quiet, lanterns burning low. He collapsed onto his bed, groaning. His feet ached from dancing, his chest was warm from the food and drink, and his head was spinning. Not from alcohol, but from the unexpected flirtation.
'In front of Aria too… How am I supposed to make that work?'
Before he could think about it too much,
"Ken," Esme whispered. "How does one go to sleep?"
He rolled onto his side. "You close your eyes and shut up."
"Alrightt." Three seconds passed. "That didn't work."
"It takes more than three seconds."
"How much time does it take exactly?"
"..."
A couple of minutes passed and,
Knock- Knock-
Ken groaned again. "What now?" He sighed, expecting it to be the Chief or the Healer coming to tell him more about the Ants and the colony.
He secretly hoped it was Aria. But the chances were slim. Still, a man can dream.
'Guess I'll check first.' Ken thought as he pressed an eye to the narrow gap between the door and its frame, trying to see who it was before opening.
'Seriously?' He gulped.
It was the Milf.
'Selene is knocking at my door? Seriously?'
Her silhouette was outlined by the lantern light, and the way she leaned against the doorframe screamed of trouble.
His gaze lingered a bit too long on her generous curves before finding that in her hands, she was holding…
'That… That's alcohol, isn't it? Wait, is this… Is this seriously happening??'
Ken instantly spun around and threw a pillow in Esme's face. "Hide. Jump out of the window. Into the closet. Anything, I don't care, just disappear."
Esme sputtered, clutching the pillow. "Oh, come on. I was just getting the hang of this sleeping thing-"
"NOW."
Rolling her eyes, she ducked behind the bed just as Ken opened the door fully.
The milf smiled, bottle in hand, eyes glittering in the lantern light. "Hello."
"Selene, hi." He said in a cool, low voice.
"Ken…"
"What can I do for you?" Ken asked sympathetically, as if unaware and oblivious to the obvious intentions..
"I thought," she purred, "We might… Just the two of us… Share a drink or two?"
Selene leaned forward to make sure he could see the bottle. It wouldn't be a drink or two.
"Sure." Ken nodded, sidestepping and gesturing for her to come in. "Welcome, welcome. A drink, huh? What a lovely idea."
"You think so?" Selene blushed as she stepped in, scratching her cheek. "I'm… I'm glad you think so as well."
Ken took a seat, and tapped on the side of his bed for her to sit next to him, trying to act as confident as possible.
"Take a seat, Selene." He said. "Don't be shy." Ken added with a smile.
The Milf walked closer.
***
'Hm…' The Angel scratched her chin, lodged between her bed and the wall, completely invisible. 'After breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping… Yes, I suppose that's the next need that I have to understand.'
She nodded.
'The sex thing.' Esme nodded again. 'Sounds kinda gross but… Eating sounded gross to me as well, before I tried it.'