Getting closer to the mirror with a mischievous smile on her face, she asked the Roth who was now flustered, taking a hasty step back, nearly tripping over his own feet. 'Uh… what?' he stammered. Leaning closer to the mirror, a predatory gleam in her eyes, she purred, 'What do you think of me, Roth?'"
Roth's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. 'I… I think you're… uh… very… present,' he stammered, wincing internally at his own awkward phrasing.
Flowua's smile widened, a hint of amusement in her eyes. 'Present? Is that all? I was hoping for something a little more… evocative.' She reached out a hand, tracing a finger along the cool surface of the mirror, her gaze never leaving Roth's. 'Perhaps… captivating? Alluring? Irresistible?'
Ikem chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. 'Careful, Roth. You might find yourself entangled in a web you can't escape.'
