His mind naturally filtered out the four men; he only had eyes for the trio of absolute beauties seated among them.
His gaze instinctively landed on the most beautiful and enigmatic of the three, the wolfkin woman who was without a doubt the legendary Beast Queen, Fenrir herself.
Even while seated, her many tails lazily swirled around the chair behind her.
Elion didn't even bother counting them, despite the fact that it would have taken him less than a second.
He was too enthralled and occupied with her other assets.
'…Well damn.'
Not only was she beautiful, but she was also elegant in a way that immediately stood out, and unlike the others, she was dressed rather uniquely for the occasion.
'That's a kimono… if I'm not mistaken.'
Elion didn't know much about the history behind the garment, but he knew enough to recognise it. Not many people wore that robe-like dress and sash combination.
