The restaurant humd with a quiet buzz, people eating in near silence, their forks clinking softly against plates, with slow whispers as they enjoyed their als in this luxury hotel wrapped around them
I sat alone at my table by the window, waiting for my food, my elbow propped on the edge, my cheek resting in my hand as I stared at the half-empty water glass in front of .
I glanced outside, past the polished window, where the knights and guards still patrolled the street. Their armor glead under the afternoon sun, their eyes sharp and restless as they scanned the crowd, hands hovering near their swords like they were itching for trouble.
"Still at it," I muttered to myself, letting out a long "Sighhhh…" as I watched them glare at so poor guy walking by, then shift to a woman with a bag slung over her shoulder.
My mind drifted to the underground chamber Afa had ntioned—the one I'd promised to check out tonight. I couldn't shake the image of that girl from yesterday, the one who'd been dragged off after rejecting so creep at the club. but when then bring her up hours later, she was a ghost of herself—pale, hollow-eyed, her clothes torn like she'd been through hell. Raped, probably, or worse, by a pack of them down there.
The thought twisted my gut, and I clenched my jaw, staring harder at the glass. I had to find another way in, infiltrate that place without tipping anyone off. My shadow mystic girls could've handled it on their own but I must do it alo here.
And then there was Afa. How the hell did she even know about this hidden underground place? She'd dropped it so casual, like it was just another ga, asking for my help with that sly little smile of hers. I'd already asked Lyra into it, told her to et tonight.
The sound of footsteps snapped out of it—sharp, clinks of boots against the marble floor, with a humming energy. I looked up just as the waitress approached, that sexy, bold one from before, her naked apron swaying with every step, her curves popping out from the sides like a tease.
She carried my food in both hands, a steaming plate of grilled chicken with herb sauce, rice, and roasted veggies, the aroma hitting full-on as she stopped at my table.
"Your food is here, sir," she said, her voice bright and smooth, a smile tugging at her lips as she set the plate down in front of . The Coke landed next to it, fizzing in its tall glass, ice clinking against the sides.
I flashed the waitress a lazy smile and nodded as she approached. The move gave a perfect sidelong view of her boobs, barely contained by that naked apron, the thin fabric hugging her curves tight. Her nipples pressed against the inside, dark and perky, peeking out like they were daring to look. She didn't flinch, didn't care—her thighs were just as exposed, smooth and bare under that flimsy skirt, swaying as she shifted her weight.
My smirk widened, curiosity sparking. Was she wearing panties under there? John used to grope these waitresses shalessly, laughing about it later, and I couldn't help but wonder.
"You're so beautiful, girl," I said, leaning back in my chair, my voice low and smooth as I watched her arrange the food on my plate.
"Hehe… thank you, sir," she replied, her tone bright and flirty, a little giggle bubbling up as she straightened the Coke glass beside my al. "You're also very handso." She shot a grin, her eyes twinkling under the chandelier light, her hands lingering on the table just a beat too long.
I smirked wider, the heat of the mont pulling in, and let my hand slide forward, running along the curve of her thigh. Her skin was warm, and I traced higher, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her flesh felt under my touch.
My fingers slipped between her legs, grazing the soft, hidden pussy where her thighs t, and she let out a sharp
"Ahm…"—a gasp that made her legs twitch, her knees buckling just a little. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she blushed hard, her cheeks flaming pink, and gave a sly side-eye, a smile tugging at her lips. *Hehe, she doesn't mind at all,* I thought, my pulse kicking up.
And I was right. My hand found her bare, open labia—no panties, just warm, slick skin waiting for . I rubbed my fingers along her pussy lines, slow and teasing, feeling the soft folds part under my touch, her heat radiating against my palm. She was already wet, her juices coating my fingertips as I slipped one inside her hole, deep and smooth, her walls clenching around like a welco.
"Ahhh… sir… you have to eat…" she said, her voice breaking into a laugh as she squird, her hips shifting against my hand.
"Yeah… my bad," I said, pulling my hand back slow, letting her wetness linger on my fingers as I leaned back with a grin, resting my hands behind my head. "I just wanted to check if you were wearing panties or not."
She pouted, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed her boobs up higher against the apron. "You could just ask to show… jeez," she huffed, her tone mock-annoyed, but then she giggled, stepping closer.
With a quick flick, she lifted the apron, flashing her pussy—bare, glistening, frad by those smooth thighs, right there in the middle of the restaurant like it was no big deal. "See? No need to sneak around."
I blushed, caught off guard, my face heating up as I stared for a split second before she dropped the fabric back down. "Well, damn…" I muttered, chuckling as I rubbed the back of my neck, surprised but loving it.
She giggled again, louder this ti, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Enjoy your food, sir," she said, turning to walk away, her hips swaying extra hard now, the skirt fluttering like a tease.
"Thank you…" I called after her, still smiling, then leaned forward, fork in hand, ready to dig in. But my mind was still buzzing.
"Oh, and by the way… do you know how many shores are around here? Any spots for a different kind of fun?" I kept it vague, roundabout, testing the waters with a casual tilt of my head.
She paused mid-step, her back to for a sec, then turned just enough to glance over her shoulder. Her lips twitched, curling into a smile—small, teasing, with a hint of sothing dark and knowing behind it.
"Oh, there's plenty of shores… and fun?" she said, her voice dropping low, almost a purr. "Depends on what you're looking for, handso..." She said, leaving with that little spark of intrigue and a plate of food I was suddenly way too distracted to focus on.
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