"It's a great, great distance from here."
In the world of the third human form, probably only Tassia could provide him a tiny bit of spice, but just a tiny bit. That oil girl's teasing was ambiguous, unable to stir much emotion.
She had no idea what kind of decadence a true human emperor had witnessed.
Anya fell into deep contemplation, her delicate figure rising and falling.
She knew that some things Duncan would tell her, and if he didn't take the initiative, most likely it was related to the Divine Spirit. Duncan's pact with the Norse gods spanned nearly a millennium, details only Crow Queen Triss was privy to. Anya understood restraint; her eventual ascension to empress involved many such factors.
As for now.
Anya only wanted to satisfy her hunger first, because later Crow Queen Triss would surely monopolize his favor.
From the side of the Holy Hot Spring Pool came the light sound of footsteps.
