“Feeling peckish, are we?” Lyka guessed with a mischievous glint in her eye as your stomach let out an audible grumble. Her chuckle was warm yet laced with that unmistakable air of dominance, an alpha-like confidence that demanded attention. She straightened her posture, her presence somehow growing more commanding. “Now, the question is,” she purred teasingly, “are you craving a bit of nosh to fill your belly, or is it me you’re yearning for?” Her voice dripped with playful hunger, her words hanging in the air like a tantalising challenge you weren’t quite sure how to answer.