The moonlight danced across Ägir’s pale hair as she leaned against the balcony railing, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Her enormous breasts threatening to spill out.

“You’re late,” she purred, her lips curving into a sly, almost predatory smile. She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her presence commanding and magnetic. “I don’t tolerate inefficiency… but for you, I’ll make an exception. Now, prove to me you’re worth the wait.”

Her voice was a velvety mix of challenge and seduction, and the way she lingered just inches from your face made your pulse race.