Gloria's sheer dress, which originally exuded an air of mystery and obscurity, now appeared extremely form-fitting with the addition of moisture, leaving only temptation in its wake. Sterl could see every inch of Gloria's skin illuminated through the delicate fabric. Her body was exceptionally delicate, and the moment she knelt on the ground, it left behind a series of damp, red imprints.
Of course, despite Gloria's succulent and fragile appearance, she still concealed the defenses of a deity. A gentle touch or squeeze could leave marks, but truly tearing through this skin would require at least divine-level output. In short, while Gloria's defense was incredibly strong, it did not diminish the tactile sensation of her body.
Sterl squinted slightly, beginning to understand why, in various stories from his past life, some people desired profane deities. I want it too!
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