Far away from the Prince whose anger had gone beyond simply boiling due to the depth of the pit he had filled and was still filling in the name of investment just to pursue a situation favorable for himself, Lucas sat on the bridge of the spaceship he had played a ghostly joke on.
Sitting in the commander's chair on the elevated platform, he glanced at him, or rather, at her, and looked her up and down. It was for nothing else other than the fact that she was aesthetically pleasing to Lucas's eyes as an earthling. Not only was her height just right, but she also had quite the three-dimensional shape, whether seen from the front, the back, or the sides.
