The bass of the music shifts. Deeper now, livelier, a slow, seductive thump that rolls through the glowing mist like the heartbeat of the garden itself.
Vaela steps forward with the grace of a predator, her sheer white lingerie catching every glimmer of the hidden lights. Her eyes gleam. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she circles Solavara's throne like a lioness pacing prey.
"Enjoying the show so far?" she asks in a sultry purr.
Solavara's breath hitches. "Immensely," she answers, voice rasping with barely restrained hunger.
"Good," Vaela says, rolling her hips with each slow step. "Because I'm just getting started."
The music pulses, brighter and sharper now. Each beat like a beckoning finger.
Vaela's movements grow bolder. She dances in a tight circle around Solavara, twisting, spinning, every step a carefully calculated spell. Her fingers trace invisible shapes in the air, her body vibrating with rhythm and lust. Solavara couldn't look away.
