Outside the cave, dull thunder boomed. White flashes of lightning lit the pitch-black sky as fine, closely woven raindrops gathered in the autumn night.
Inside, a magical formation sealed the entrance. The furnishings were sparse: a simple stone chamber, a few stone stools, and a broad reclining chair that had clearly been brought in recently, covered in a thick layer of black sable fur. After leading Aaron inside, Lady Mysty settled onto the chair and gestured for him to sit opposite her.
Magical light illuminated every corner of the cave.
The alluring, languid Enchanting Witch displayed her breathtaking beauty before Aaron. She was taller even than Alusair, probably over 170 centimeters. Long, wavy purple hair fell past her butterfly-shaped earrings to her chest. The dreamy lavender shadow around her left eye, paired with the faint cherry red of her lips, captivated him. The sinister gleam that occasionally flashed through her purple eyes sent chills down his spine, yet only heightened that "dangerous beauty" uniquely hers.
The ends of her hair reached her calves. Her gown and long lace gloves, which extended to her elbows and covered her hands, were a feast for the eyes. As she reclined, her seductive shoulders and sensual collarbones came into view. Two long, shapely legs in black stockings played hide-and-seek beneath her skirt. One moment, the evening gown concealed them completely; the next, its slit revealed an entrancing glimpse of black, making Aaron's gaze wander.
Below those lovely stocking-clad legs, a pair of small, delicate feet rested in black heels with red soles. Gold and purple markings wound like snakes along the sides of the shoes, exquisite to behold. Their slender heels were sharp as needles, yet their soles bore not a trace of dust or wear.
In other words, from the moment they had