Inside Viscount Dorstone's mansion, the necromancer and the demon were sitting on couches placed opposite each other.
Jake was writing something on a piece of paper with a quill feather pen. The ink was a mixture of his and Minerva's blood.
The woman had crossed her legs, looking deeply at the unknown characters the demon was writing.
After noting everything, Jake lifted his head and caught a pleasant view.
He could see Minerva's slender pale legs. Her tight flesh was overlapping on each other, tempting him to stroke and slap her thighs.
Minerva didn't bother to cover them. She pressed the elastic couch with her heavy peaches and pridefully bent her waist ahead. The two flesh mounds made dents on the couch. In her mind, she liked how Jake smirked seeing her body.
However, he wasn't smiling just because of that.
