Mireya's blood-red eyes locked onto Ethan's for a long moment, until she finally realized exactly where his gaze had drifted: the generous, luscious cleavage between her enormous purple tits.
Her cheeks flushed crimson with rage, and she ground her teeth as she threw her arms across her chest.
The motion only made things worse.
Her forearms crushed the heavy globes together, forcing them upward into an even more obscene display. The soft purple flesh bulged over her arms, spilling like an overripe fruit, the deep valley of cleavage swelling tighter as each breast fought for space against the other.
That bastard... she would enjoy killing him.
Ethan watched the murderous intent twist across the fallen princess's face and let out a weary sigh.
"I am Ethan Goldenveil, formerly known as Ethan Darkwall. You've likely met my grandfather, Taric Darkwall."
Mireya's eyebrows furrowed.
