Inside Serelith's chamber, the atmosphere was charged with an unusual tension. The proud and powerful court magician stood, clad in what was barely more than a whisper of fabric, her usual robes replaced by something far more revealing. Mikhailis, leaning casually against the door frame, let his gaze wander appreciatively over the outfit—a stark white micro bikini that contrasted vividly against Serelith's tanned skin.
"I-Is this fine? I already put it on," Serelith muttered, her voice a mix of defiance and embarrassment. She held her arms awkwardly in front of her, hands concealing her chest.
"It's not enough," Mikhailis chided with a smirk, his tone playful yet commanding. "Don't conceal using your hands, just show them confidently."