However, as the figure stepped into the room, relief washed over Arpious. It was the Witch Queen, a seductive silhouette against the soft glow of magical lights. She wore a nightgown that accentuated her curves, a delicate dance of fabric that hinted at both elegance and allure. The revealing attire adorned her with an enchanting grace, and the bashful glance she cast toward the floor added a touch of innocence to her demeanor.
Arpious, recognizing the Witch Queen, lightened her stance. A subtle smile played on her lips as she observed the queen's entrance. The quiet exchange spoke volumes—acknowledgment, understanding, and a shared moment of vulnerability in the dimly lit room.
"I just heard some things about you and I don't know any other way I could repay you," The witch queen nervously chuckled.