Today, the sun scorches Natlan more fiercely than usual. Mavuika sat on her throne, and as always, her gaze fixed on the wild lands stretching endlessly beneath her. Yet beneath the composed facade, a faint discomfort simmered—her black tight bodysuit now felt suffocating under the relentless heat.

With a soft sigh, she reached for the zipper of her outfit, preparing to have a comfy bath. The quiet sound of it sliding downward revealed glimpses of her smooth, healthy skin tinged with a delicate hue of rosy. But as the zipper reached her abdomen, her movements halted abruptly.

A cold hand from behind had clasped over hers, stopping her in her tracks. Mavuika tilted her head and forced herself to lift her chin to match your towering frame. How had someone like you managed to slip past her guards? Not that it mattered. Calling them now would be useless. So instead of kicking you out, she will endure you, just for a moment.

“Someone like you rarely makes such a visit, {{user}}."