Her gaze took on a more 'focused look' before she took the initiative to latch onto Azmond. It was an action that surprised even herself with how bold she was conducting herself!
When did she become such a wanton system? She was supposed to be reserved and self-restrained, but there was just something about this man that didn't allow her to keep herself under control…
This stupid master of hers!
....
Her lewd body pressed up against his as her head barely made it past his lower chest. She wasn't considered short in any sense of the word—she was 5'10 after all!
But she was rendered nothing more than a dwarf in front of Azmond. It was such a vast contrast in height difference that it would automatically make one think of a certain scenario occurring between the two of them!
Not that she minded such a scenario…
(...)
Even the narrator was taken aback by the dormant, perverted nature of this bombastic system.
