Inside the broken room, filled with countless blade marks and crushed rocks, two people panted with deep grunts, numerous scars and cute along their flesh, one a beautiful woman with long silver hair and deep green eyes as she leaned on the wreckage of rocks, with her swords dropped on the ground below her.
"Hey, handsome, how about we go for a drink?" Amalia said, her voice deep and filled with a passionate tone.
She sat like a male spreading her legs, leaning confidently with her long hair draped over her soft tits, swaying with her deep breath as the bloody wounds on her body started healing; she wore no clothes after her beast transformation ruined them.
"Oh? That sounds like a great idea; how about you let me drink you right from the tap?" He said with a flirtatious tone, his red tongue licking his lips.
'She's so damn tough!' He thought, despite speaking to her typically.