Invitation

The marketplace was quieter today.

The sun filtered through the town square like warm honey, dust dancing in the golden air. Allen leaned casually against a wooden beam near the apothecary, one eye on the road, the other on the system window flickering at the edge of his vision.

[Sweet Tongue – Passive Effect: Active]

Emotional resistance lowered by 23%

Stress susceptibility: High

Cognitive control: Slipping

He didn't need a system message to tell him she was close.

The moment she walked into view, his eyes locked on her—same tight sky-blue dress, the fabric clinging to her chest and hips like it was painted on. Her breasts swayed ever so slightly with each step, and her backside, that unholy masterpiece of a jiggling ass, bounced like it was trying to hypnotize him.

And it almost worked.

Until her eyes flicked to him.

"What are you staring at?" she snapped, halting near a flower cart.