The hot spring hisses with soft steam, surrounded by wildflowers and glowing moss. Cherry blossom trees sway lazily in the dusk breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to the water below.
And in that bath of serenity, Pip gawks.
His bright eyes glow like lanterns under the moonlight, locked in reverent awe as Veena's outer garments fall from her frame with elegant ease.
She bears a body that could only be born of regal blood and touched by divine means, as if carved of the essence of beauty itself. Curves that could never be conjured, skin as supple as a dew drop draped in velvet, and breasts that breakdown the ability to form logical thought in their presence.
She moves with the effortless confidence of someone who'd grown up cloaked in power and pride, and knew very well… she was hot.
But still… there was vulnerability there. Something tender beneath the strong front.
Pip's chassis gives a low, excited hum.
