'She's… she's a freak!'
She was like Awilix before the stone belt! Even worse actually!
Vale was continually having to ward off her further attempts at copulation. Attempts she fueled using her Traits, whatever they were.
Though it wasn't instinct she ran on, but pure, willful desire.
Vale closed one of his eyes while stifling his own desire.
'She… she needs some clothes…'
Sadly, they hadn't really discovered tailoring, nor had the tools for it. But what they did have were the clothes from the felines of level 2 and 6.
The black leather didn't particularly fit Naiad's whole aesthetic, nor did it even fit in the traditional sense, but after a lot of convincing, the woman begrudgingly agreed to wear it — caging the raging sea.
Not without choice words, of course.
"How tyrannical."
But those words had coincided with a giggle, showing her odd level of attachment to Vale already — an attachment spawned from Vale's own dangling attachment.
