When Annan arrived at the blonde woman's tent, she had just finished frying a fragrant steak.
She invited Annan to sit, then, as if to prove herself, served the steak on a silver plate and arranged the knife, fork, and candles with a flourish.
That night, the blonde woman wore a red silk nightgown. In the candlelight, the bare skin it revealed gleamed as she sat across from Annan.
"How is it?"
Her teasing tone made it sound as though she wasn't asking about the steak.
Annan cut off a piece and tasted it. Only the meat broth Aunt Susan had made for him the night she saved him had tasted better.
"I can feel my taste buds blooming..."
Annan smiled and offered his praise. Feeling no discomfort, he speared a second piece. Then he noticed there was only one steak. The table in front of the blonde woman was bare.
"Where's your dinner?"
The blonde woman said nothing. She just kept watching Annan.
The smile vanished from Annan's face, and his dinner knife slipped from his suddenly weak hand.
"Didn't your elders teach you..." The loose nightgown revealed a swath of pale skin as the blonde woman leaned forward and lifted Annan's chin. "Boys shouldn't eat things strangers give them?"
With his strength gone, Annan could only speak. "I think we need to get to know each other first!"
"Do you get to know your food?"
"Food?" Annan said in surprise. "Are you an Ogre?"
"...Guess again." The blonde woman licked her red lips, then suddenly sniffed. "Why do you smell less delicious all of a sudden...?"
"Because I haven't bathed? Beautiful Miss Succubus, please allow me to change into something formal so I can meet you properly."
"That's all right. You're still quite a tasty morsel as you