As Elomot's lecherous eyes swept over the group, Anorah's eyes darkened instantly.
Compared to the man they'd met days ago, Elomot looked more like a dog that had just found its treats. A grin stretched across his face, and a large bulge pressed visibly against his crotch.
Anorah didn't need to be told what his intentions were. She could already feel it. The others were no different, each wearing darkened, cautious expressions.
Anorah's gaze turned glacial, killing intent leaking from her in relentless waves.
"…What is this?"
Yet Elomot's smile only deepened as he chuckled softly.
"What does it look like?" Elomot chuckled, licking his lips slowly. "I've been waiting for you all for so damn long. You have no idea. Ever since I saw you days ago, I've wanted a taste."
Utter disgust twisted across Anorah's face. Yet it was another who stepped forward.
