In the suburban home of the highest of command, Fleet Admiral Abraham Shepherd. The middle-aged man found his response stuck inside his throat while his gaze scrutinized the steamy and curvy frontier before him from top to bottom.
It was the first for Abraham to see such a grandiose and spectacular sight. He hadn't thought how seductive the problem dragon would be when seen in such circumstances.
On the other hand, noticing the leering gaze of the fleet admiral, Laplace merely smirked and placed her pale hand on her hips, tilting it sideward. It was natural to have such a reaction; she didn't consider it a big deal.
Besides, for Abraham to have such an attraction to her body. She was somewhat proud and considered it an achievement.
Though... She didn't have all the time to be only covered by a piece of white comfy towel.
So, Laplace looked at Abraham's eyes with her golden irises and muttered to him.
