Kaelara felt like the goddess Arleria had whispered lullabies into her ears when she heard Zorat's silky smooth voice telling her to come over to him.
'its happening' she thought in exhilaration, body visibly trembling.
She was being rewarded, rewarded for doing well; and the feeling was much better than any pleasure she's experienced from any other men.
Now the man who had triggered this sense of deep euphoric accomplishment, was telling her to come over.
'What would be my reward ?.' she thought as she flushed redder, lips quivering and the pores of her skin opening up in heated waves even as she was still recovering from the immense cold from earlier.
For some deep unknown reason, Kaelara felt unworthy.
Unworthy of the young man before her.
Unworthy of whatever reward he had planned for her.
Still she advanced. Her body moving with reflexive need rather than conscious thought.
