As always, Elena maintained that elegant and sensual poise, holding her teacup between slender fingers with grace.
Well… at least that's how it looked on the outside. Deep down, she wasn't quite as relaxed as usual.
Alice and Evelyn were seated next to her. On the other side of the table sat Ophelia, Mireya, and, to her surprise, an unexpected addition to the group: Arwen.
Elena's eyes narrowed, falling on the ancestral high elf's huge breasts.
Two enormous, milky mounds rose proudly beneath the silk of Arwen's dress, heavy and full.
She had always acknowledged that Ophelia was slightly larger than she was, and that Mireya wasn't far behind either.
But this time, even grudgingly, she had to admit it. In sheer size, there was simply no comparing herself to the elf.
Not that it bothered her much, of course.
No matter how many women showed up, she knew full well that her own huge tits were—and always would be—one of Ethan's favorites.
