You were mid-sentence, telling Bryla about some ridiculous incident from earlier that day. She laughed—low and warm—her amber eyes fixed on you with a curious gleam.

"You're always so serious when you talk." she said, stepping closer. "But I wonder…"

Her smile curled into something more mischievous as she casually slipped one side of her robe off her shoulder, baring smooth green skin that shimmered in the golden light.

With no hint of shame, she leaned in slightly, voice honeyed and bold.

"Would you like to see my breasts?" She asked, tilting her head, tusks peeking playfully from her lips.

"Or are you just going to keep pretending not to stare?"