Ceni
"What do you want?" a feminine, lazy voice asked in response. The speaker wasn't visible from behind the chair.
There was a fake sky above in which an almost life-like sun shone brightly.
There were beads of sweat visible on Alte's forehead which weren't a good sign considering his cultivation level. He walked over with heavy steps, stopping just behind the chairs.
"We are under attack."
"And?"
"It's almost a grade 3 pirate fleet. They obviously aren't here just for some gold and silver."
The chair creaked and a half-naked silhouette slowly stood up from it. She had long purple hair coming down to her waist, covering most of the extremely slim back. There was an extremely short skirt on her mostly exposed hips which left little to the imagination.
The ample bosom decorating her top jiggled with the slightest shake and her long legs only added to the enchantment.