A thief in the spire

Jaegar's eyes remained locked onto the woman as Evanore exited the room, leaving him alone with her. Her presence was striking, she stood tall at a height of 5'11", a stature seldom seen among women, her fiery red hair cascading down her back like a radiant waterfall. Bright emerald eyes sparkled with a mesmerizing allure, and her mature yet exquisite form had an undeniable allure.

Her hourglass figure, sculpted to perfection, exuded an air of undeniable confidence. The curve of her hips and round, well-defined buttocks teased the observer, accentuated by a trim waist. However, the most arresting feature was her full, ample bosom, a generous pair of breasts that commanded attention.

As Evanore left, Jaegar's gaze remained unyielding, his eyes tracing the contours of her form. But his unrelenting stare did not escape her notice, and she addressed him in a voice frigid as the arctic winds, "My eyes are up here, young man."