Bower, accompanied by two sturdy maids, made his way through the bustling Grand Hall and ascended the spiral staircase to knock on the door of the Guest Room at the far end of the second floor of the Grand Hall.
"Knock knock knock…"
"Come in, Bower," Yorksim's voice called from behind the door.
Bower entered with a polite smile and saw the dark-skinned Witch who was in conversation with the host, Yorksim.
The moment Bower laid eyes on the Witch, he deemed the sturdy maids by his side to be garbage, all fit to be swept into the trash heap.
Look at the body lines of this dark-skinned Witch, full and lush, with the expansion brought by plumpness and the tension from muscular strength.
Every inch of her skin found a perfect balance point between the strength of a man and the grace of a woman.
Especially those legs which didn't have an ounce of excess fat.
The charming curves of her calves and the contours of her thighs ignited a heat in Bower's chest.
"Ahem."
