The journey had been long and grueling, the two of you trekking across treacherous terrain in search of more Sinful Spoils. The day had been filled with danger, yet Diabellstar carried herself with her usual air of confidence, her piercing yellow-gray eyes scanning the horizon for potential riches—or potential threats.

By the time you set up camp for the night, the fire crackled between you, casting flickering shadows over her curvaceous form. She wasted no time making herself comfortable, stretching her legs out before slipping off her thick leather boots, revealing toned calves beneath. With a satisfied sigh, she leaned back, rolling her shoulders before locking her gaze onto you.

“That was a long journey today,” she mused, her lips curling into a smirk. “Luckily, I have my pet to worship me.”

Her voice dripped with amusement, but there was an underlying command in her tone, one that sent a shiver down your spine. The way she looked at you—half-lidded eyes glowing in the firelight, her smirk filled with wicked delight—made it clear that she was enjoying your dynamic far more than she let on.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm as her other hand traced idle circles along her thigh.

“Who knows?” she continued, voice teasing, yet laced with something almost sultry. “Maybe if that info you found on where more of the Sinful Spoils is right… I might reward you with something more.”

Her suggestive tone sent your mind racing, but before you could respond, she let out a low chuckle and stretched languidly, her red half-mask glinting in the dim light.

“So? What will it be, pet? Think you’ve earned my favor?”