Logan R18

Hansora.

The most beautiful woman in the Adventurer's Inn.

A goddess in her own right—long, golden hair that shimmered under candlelight, curves that drew every eye in the room, and a presence that made men lose themselves to desire.

Whenever she passed by, the air shifted. Eyes trailed after her, filled with lust, admiration, and envy. Yet, despite the hunger in their gazes, very few could afford the pleasure of her company.

Fifty gold coins.

That was the price to lay with the most sought-after woman in the inn. A fortune for most, but for those who had it, many claimed it was worth every coin.

And tonight, she belonged to Logan.

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"Ahhh! Faster, Logan… Please—wait!"

Hansora's moans echoed off the wooden walls, her delicate voice trembling in pleasure, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her body, her breath hitching, her heart pounding.