Serina sat down beside me and carefully observed the girl.
"She looks just like us but… better," Serina said with somewhat of a bitter tone.
"What do you mean better?" I asked.
"She's a crying mess. Has no makeup on. Is barely fourteen. Yet looks like every man's dream," She looked somewhat appalled as she said that. "I mean I'm not accusing men to be pedophiles but seriously… she looks good. Just look at her skin… flawless."
If speaking by appearances, indeed the elven child was a cut above the average human. If anything. However, for some reason her crying had only made her even more attractive. "I think she's using some sort of mind-altering spell," I said. "I'm not that affected but you are. That's why you feel that way."
She probably wasn't doing it on purpose. Probably.
"Well, I'm sure I'd feel this regardless," Serina mumbled and sighed. "What is your name?"
