Third Person's POV
It was her first time standing within the heart of a true society and being surrounded by the lifeblood of a bustling city and its adventuring culture.
After a lifetime in chains, this vibrant world felt overwhelming and foreign to her.
"Mr. Eryndor," the receptionist addressed Ethan, her voice honeyed yet measured.
"I imagine you are wondering why I have brought you here. Don't worry, you will soon understand. For now, please follow me."
She gave a slight bow, and for a fleeting second, the neckline of her dress dipped low enough for Ethan to catch sight of the black rose tattoo nestled between the alluring valley of her huge tits.
His gaze instinctively traced the inked flower and its petals that curled inwardly like shadows in that valley of desire and temptation.
The dark elf straightened though her cheeks were tinged faintly with color, before she swiftly turned and headed toward the entrance.