A desire buried deep within

Ariade felt the heat rising in his cheeks, a crimson blush creeping across his face as embarrassment washed over him like a tidal wave. Elizleta's touch, her bosom pressed against his, only added to his discomfort, sending a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through his veins.

He shifted uneasily under her gaze, torn between the desire to please her and the overwhelming sense of awkwardness that engulfed him. As she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, Ariade's heart raced with uncertainty. The intensity of her presence made it difficult for him to think clearly, clouding his judgement and leaving him vulnerable to her charms.

With a hesitant glance towards Aragon, Ariade managed to stammer out a response, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't... that's... uh, a good idea."

AHAHAHA!