A Promise
Raziel's heart raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of panic and embarrassment. He looked left and right to see if there was any way to escape. Or should he just crawl away?
No…He knew he couldn't just sneak away like a guilty intruder; it would only confirm any suspicions of impropriety. His only option was to face the situation head-on with honesty and hope for understanding.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself to step out and apologize, but before he could move, her figure suddenly appeared in front of him. She was 100 years older than him but looked so youthful and radiant.
She was clad in a thin red robe with a sash around her waist that clung to her wet body, slightly transparent due to its dampness, accentuating her elegant form.
The robe outlined her slender figure, highlighting her curves in a way that left Raziel momentarily breathless.