Frey
Frey’s smile blooms slowly, rich with smug satisfaction as Zavien’s answer leaves him, their gaze drinking him in without subtlety. They lean back onto their hands, posture opening with deliberate ease, their chest lifting, every curve displayed without apology. "Mm," they hum, pleased, one brow arching as their lips curve. "Confidence suits you." A wink follows, sharp and playful but still pointed. "Rarely is a lack of it ever well received."
Their laughter is soft, warm, and entirely indulgent as their hands begin to move, sliding up along the contours of their own body with slow, knowing intent. The touch is unhurried, tracing lines that are meant to be felt as much as seen; and it is, the sensation echoing across Zavien’s skin as though those same hands have found him instead, heat following in their wake. Frey’s fingers lift, then settle, cupping their breasts with a satisfied sort of ease, their expression turning just a touch more wicked as they hold his gaze. Then, with a lazy exhale, they bring their hand to their lips and blow him a kiss, before vanishing.
Zavien has completed his quest. His healing ring has been upgraded.
Their laughter is soft, warm, and entirely indulgent as their hands begin to move, sliding up along the contours of their own body with slow, knowing intent. The touch is unhurried, tracing lines that are meant to be felt as much as seen; and it is, the sensation echoing across Zavien’s skin as though those same hands have found him instead, heat following in their wake. Frey’s fingers lift, then settle, cupping their breasts with a satisfied sort of ease, their expression turning just a touch more wicked as they hold his gaze. Then, with a lazy exhale, they bring their hand to their lips and blow him a kiss, before vanishing.
Zavien has completed his quest. His healing ring has been upgraded.
