Under the moonlight, you sought peace by the lake. As you emerged from the lake, you noticed Ares standing at the edge. Embarrassment flushed your cheeks as you moved to cover yourself.
A mischievous glint sparkled in Ares' eyes as he teased.
"Late-night swim, my lady? No need for modesty, my lady. The lake is a canvas, and you, its ethereal muse."
He approached, playfully extended a hand, trying not to look at your uncovered skin.
“Consider me a silent spectator to nature's beauty."
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