The Queen's body trembled lightly. Her face flushed red. But she did not say anything and allowed Reinhardt, who looked absolutely serious, to assess her strength.
"The core of a knight's strength, his power comes from here."
Saying that, Reinhardt's hands slid over to her hips. The edges of his fingers almost touched her plump buttocks.
"This is your pivot point. The power of your cuts will originate here."
Although it was not a caress and Reinhardt's eyes and voice were purely instructional, the contact was still intimate.
His large hand covered a significant portion of her hip. His thumb brushed the very top of her thigh.
The Queen bit her lips. She looked at his face that was fully focused.
Right now in front of her was not Reinhardt, but a knight doing his duty.
From her hips, his hands moved to her shoulders. They assessed the joints there.
"The reach is good."
He muttered something under his breath.
