Skin slick, her form back lit by the blinding detonation chain behind her, the silhouette added to her looks. There were scratches and cuts where the explosions hit her, the clinging clothes revealing her toned solid form. Looking like a warrior the entire table could feel the presence of her strong will.
"That is preposterous, you left the testing area. This is a clear disqualification." As usual the first prince was quick to jump all over this girl who earned his ire.
"Quiet, the grown ups are talking." Affixing him with a chilling stare the heir of Dyne stared him down as he sputtered. No one in his life spoke to him this way.
"Rosewo-" Jasmin cut him off ruthless, refusing to entertain his pride.
"This is a Steward Selection, not an Onyx holm one." Jasmin didn't like the guy because he made passes at her when she was far too happy and satisfied with Miss Ivy.
