'Is Anos pretending to be clueless, or is he genuinely this dense?'
Hannah mulled it over for a moment before deciding it had to be the former. No one could possibly be this oblivious and still walk around with that smug look on their face.
"You want to know? Fine. I'll tell you—right after I beat you into the ground." With that, Hannah strode confidently up the stage stairs.
As she walked, Anos couldn't help but notice her for the first time in full detail. Up until now, he'd been avoiding any trouble with her, trying to keep his head low and not attract her wrath. But now? He was seeing everything.
Hannah's white crop top hugged her figure like a second skin, accentuating the tantalizing curves of her bust and leaving her toned midriff on display. Below, her black pleated mini-skirt barely touched her knees and flared with every step she took, offering teasing glimpses of her skin-colored pantyhose that glistened faintly under the light.
