As Xylon knelt beside her, he couldn't help but notice the exposure of her bare shoulder.
The delicate fabric of her dress had slipped down, revealing a hint of the smooth, unblemished skin beneath.
The soft curves of her shoulder seemed to invite his touch, a tantalizing glimpse of vulnerability that sent a shiver through him.
As she sat there, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, she wore an innocent, childlike smile, her lips slightly parted, forming a delicate pout that tugged at Xylon's heartstrings.
The gentle sway of her form, the unfocused gaze, and the occasional giggles that escaped her lips all contributed to an undeniable charm that was utterly irresistible.
Even in her inebriated state, her every movement seemed to exude a captivating sweetness that tugged at the corners of Xylon's mouth, drawing him in with an almost magnetic pull.