Mark went completely blank.
His brain stopped working for a moment to the point where not even his survival instinct kicked in.
'…Those are some seriously enormous tits.'
That was literally the first thought that came to Mark's mind, instead of thinking that he was in danger, or who that person was, or whether he should run.
Mark instinctively looked down, taking in the stranger's body.
The woman standing before him wasn't exactly naked, but the difference was more of a technicality.
She wore something resembling a full-body suit made of a semi-transparent black material, similar to fishnet stockings that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination.
Very, very little to the imagination.
And over her shoulders fell a long black cape that reached the floor and trailed slightly behind her, flowing with a movement of its own that corresponded to no breeze.
'That technically counts as clothing… right?'
