Cliff had so many questions in his mind, but for a few moments, his muscles seemed to refuse to obey him, his jaw tightening under the weight of emotion. His eyes remained glued to the figure of the young woman standing before him, beautiful and elegant. The short, form-fitting dress she wore clung to every curve of her body with almost provocative precision, accentuating an almost unreal beauty. Her graceful yet strong silhouette inevitably drew attention.
He couldn't help but stare at her openly, as one might admire a work of art displayed under spotlights. She looked like a perfect statue, frozen in time. Her skin, brilliantly white and flawless, seemed as soft as silk, without the slightest imperfection. Every subtle movement she made captivated Cliff, almost entrancing him.
"I sometimes forget you're a dirty pervert," Violetta remarked, her accusatory gaze piercing through Cliff's calm mask. "What's gotten into you, looking at me like that?"
