The Scheming Bitch!

Artis crossed his arms, watching with an amused smirk as she started packing the flowers, carefully wrapping each one in parchment paper with delicate, nimble fingers.

She moved with the ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times, but what caught his attention wasn't the efficiency.

It was the way her tits kept jiggling every time she reached forward, the subtle bounce making it impossible to look anywhere else.

And that tunic?

It was working overtime. Straining. Clinging. Desperately trying to keep the goods under wraps but failing miserably.

If she wasn't wearing a bra, he was sure those perky nipples would've already made an introduction—front and center, demanding attention.

'Shit. I hope she bends over just one more time.'

Rai, completely oblivious, helped his mother arrange the flowers neatly. Meanwhile, Artis was out here experiencing the world's most erotic flower-packing session.