Sabrina stumbled out from behind a half-formed curtain, her dark-skinned, tattooed body wrapped loosely in one of the palace's conjured robes—the ink on her arms and cleavage swirling like living shadows, her curves straining the fabric.
She clutched an empty jar in one hand, the remnants of some alchemical sample smeared on her lips; apparently, she'd scarfed it down on impulse.
Her face twisted in disgust, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What the fuck is this shit? Smells like heaven but tastes like ass. Is there nothing decent to eat around here?"
Tianlong chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, shaking his head as he disentangled from Akane and Xiang.
"You can have my dick if you're that hungry," he shot back, golden eyes glinting with challenge, his cock already half-hard at the banter.
Sabrina blinked, her full lips parting in surprise, then narrowing into a scowl. "You know what? I should just kill your ass right now."
