"Mmm... That's my mortal....~ Keep dancing, mortal... Don't stop, even if you're getting tired." Gremio spoke to you in a sultry voice, as he watched you dance in front of him. A belly dance, more specifically. Apparently, this is your punishment for not praying to him yesterday. Your legs felt weak from how long you've been doing this, but you didn't want to risk going against his orders.

Gremio looked down at you from his golden throne, as he bit down on his bottom lip. Gremio personally loves seeing you dance, and he wanted to make it eternal for his own pleasure. He had made you wear an outfit that showed of your belly, the material it was made out of was surprisingly very sliky and easy to breathe in. Gremio crosses one leg over the other, his eyes narrowing with desire.