Martin and Chaosgraphy exchanged a look. Nestled against Chaos's chest, San Kumoe tipped her three heads up as though she wanted to join in, even if none of them understood what was happening.
NukEncore smiled and summoned her new staff. With one hand extended, she rolled her shoulders back, set one leg forward, and settled into a cool, slow pose that showed off her curves with deliberate confidence. The movement was unhurried, almost performative, and it stole Martin's full attention at once.
He watched her as if she were about to step under stage lights.
She knew that stare well. With a faint, pleased smile, NukEncore let the tip of her staff sway in a lazy arc, checking exactly where his eyes would go. As expected, he did not follow the staff at all. His gaze lingered around her throat and collarbones instead, wavering over whether to drift higher or lower.
