The Depraved Hero yawned and stretched lazily, the leather jacket lifting to reveal a hint of a tan, healthy waistline.
Even though she made no effort to restrain her captivating charm, most of the passing citizens only dared to glance furtively at the flamboyant black-haired girl, quickly lowering their heads as they passed by, as if to avoid drawing her attention.
Occasionally, the Depraved Hero would mischievously let her gaze fall on a passerby, a meaningful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Those she fixed her eyes on would often stop in their tracks, forcing an uneasy smile until confirming she hadn't called out to them, they would sigh in relief and depart hurriedly.
A few would bow their heads to greet her, and some children passing by would gaze at her in awe and admiration, prompting the Depraved Hero to pull at the corners of her mouth, casually waving a hand in response.
