Under the glowing glow of a thousand gem, Lyon finally could see her entire figure as a whole. Her long hair was silky smooth and reflected the shimmer of jade as she tied it up into a high ponytail. Her silver pupils were cold vertical almost the same as her furrowed eyebrows that looked like a sword. She had a cute little nose that was as red as a cherry just like her blushing cheeks. Her thick red lips were fuming with anger as Lyon noticed a hint of thin hairline right above it.
She was wearing a swordsman robe with a sash around her waist. The getup was optimizing movement rather than defense, just like any swordsman would desire. However, Lyon was dismayed by the fact that such clothing hides what's vital to him.
"Hmm," Lyon rubbed his chin. He even forgot that the woman in front of him could straight up kill him if she wanted to, however, once a certain degree of shamelessness has been reached, things like this do happen (probably).
