Aether stood alone in the empty alley, his breath misting faintly in the cold air as he stared at the rough stone wall. His eyes drifted blankly over the surface for a moment.
Nothing moved—
"So you really can see me, can't you?" The voice oozed from the stone—low, wicked, and impossibly alluring.
The shadows warped, a portion of the wall distorting and peeling back as if it were flesh. Emerging from the swirling dark was a woman: skin deep bronze, shimmering in the faint light, a tail flicking and twitching behind her with impatient hunger. Her clothes were little more than strips of silk, barely concealing anything, clinging to her voluptuous, curvy form.
She looked like temptation incarnate, every line sculpted for seduction. The last veils barely covered the most private place, leaving the rest of her—hips, thighs, the swell of her bust—dangerously bare.
