Lucan sat at the table, watching Maris flip through a book, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her long, pink hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the lantern light and making it shimmer. Her curvaceous figure was accentuated by the form-fitting white gown she wore, its fabric flowing gracefully as she moved. Her light blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and her cheeks were always slightly flushed, giving her a perpetually soft, rosy glow. Despite her saintly reputation, her expression was playful, almost mischievous, as she eagerly prepared to teach him.
Maris closed the book with a satisfied thump and grinned at him. "Okay! I've learned it," she said, standing up. "Now, I'll teach you, step by step."
Lucan raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. He had been expecting to read the book himself, but it seemed Maris had other plans. He reached for his notebook to write a question, but Maris snatched it away.
