Her eyes caught on a male who had his erection pointing at her the moment he locked eyes with her.
His gaze trails to her revealing dress which left nothing to the imagination.
'Perfect!' She thought with a smirk.
Stretching out her hand to him.
Pushing himself to get to his feet, he reached out only to be stopped by the words of another male in the group.
"Don't you have an ounce of sense, mate?" He snapped.
Yoru's curiosity suddenly peaked at the words from this outspoken male who she could tell to be a merman.
Brown, long hair awkwardly hangs over a round, time-worn face. Hollow violet eyes set gracefully within their sockets, stare back at Yoru with burning disdain.
His soft skin charmingly compliments his scrunched-up nose.
Ignoring the other male, she walked over to the merman with a goal in mind–getting his identity and winning him over.
Holding onto his chin, she smiles and whispers the words. "What is your name?"
