Eryx's cold voice cut through the silence. "So what's your condition?"
His expression remained unreadable, but Thalina could sense the flicker of curiosity beneath the surface.
His gaze never left her, unwavering, like an immovable force.
Thalina's stomach churned, a mixture of hunger, frustration, and unease twisting inside her.
She wasn't ready for this—not at all—but she had no choice. She rubbed her forehead, embarrassed by her own body's reactions.
"Could you… put something on?" She motioned toward his exposed manhood, her cheeks burning like a wildfire.
Eryx froze for a moment, the smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes darkened, amusement flickering in them as he observed her discomfort.
She looked so small, so innocent, almost painfully cute in her vulnerability.
"It doesn't—" He started, his voice low and almost mocking, but Thalina couldn't stand another second.
