"Greetings, my handsome red-haired guest."
Ophelia pulled her tired body, now sitting with her back against the headrest. She blinked her soft round eyes at him, wondering why his face seemed so intense.
—|Ophelia: 'Why does he look like a wolf, eyeing its prey?'
Suddenly, she felt quite cold and looked down. She noticed her soft cherry tips and large melons were on display.
"Ah!?"
"Oh my, please forgive my shameful display!"
Her delicate fingers grasped the quilt and pulled them over herself. Despite a slight pink blush on her cheeks, Vincent found she didn't seem that embarrassed, rather she rubbed her thighs together under the sheet with a wolfish grin.
—|Vincent: 'This girl is strange, like a coin with two sides. One an elegant princess, the other a starving female wolf!'
