Bewitching Charm
"Aantha, you're looking as ravishing as ever. Have you come here today because you've agreed to be my Dao Companion?"
Aantha, an Inheritor Disciples of the Bewitching Charm Sect, smiled when she heard this, a tempting sort of blush lighting her skin. It didn't seem like the kind of blush a woman would have when she was embarrassed and shy, but rather one that showed off a glow of sexual excitement as though she was imagining what agreeing to such a request would mean.
The man who spoke, Brune of the Wallowing Wisp Sect, yet another Inheritor Disciple, couldn't help but feel an excitement light up his lower belly. However, he was also quite used to clashing with these bewitching women, so he knew exactly what such a faint excitement meant.
"Sure, Brune. Why don't you follow me back to my Sect? We can forget about these treasures, what good are they in the face of boundless pleasure?"