She was right.
Her vassel was different from the one he had imaged.
It was better.
Despite her breast bag, he cod see that her breasts were a little larger and her thighs too more than his painting's, and she was curvy, her stomach was not as bony sucked in as he had painted it either.
The candlelight surrended him no mercy as the light help his eyes greedily feast on their desire.
His Donna's vessel was that of a goddess.
He gulped, blinking and looking away from her to recollect himself.
"Did you come across Lady Kestra on your way here?"
He needed to know if Kestra was tempering with her brain again. If this was only an after effect, if she had any control of herself.
"Why is that important?"
"Are you drunk, Donna?"
Oh, now she understood.
He wanted to know if she was in control of herself, although she couldn't really understand why Lady Kestra was connected to this.
