The figure that emerged from the darkness hiding the dungeon's interior intimidated Mendes. Imp felt intoxicated by the beauty of the mysterious being. For a moment, he lost his ability to think rationally. His gray, sharp eyes were permanently glued to the woman's alluring body.
He couldn't take his eyes off the delicate but firm features. He lost himself in her blood-red eyes, which resembled an unfathomable ocean of blood. They were the perfect combination with the earrings made of mana in the shape of inverted crosses.
Mendes didn't fail to look deeper. The horned beauty's figure was a perfect combination of divine proportions and shapes. Its whole thing was topped off by a thin tail dragging along the ground and a pair of modest horns.
