The auction ended...
Asmodeus didn't intend to miss the last few items, but couldn't help it.
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The velvet curtain rustled.
Erina looked up too quickly, caught herself, and smoothed her hands across her lap as if that would hide it.
Leonhardt entered first.
His coat hung from one arm, not worn. Leonhardt's torso was bare save for the open shirt hanging open lazily, revealing his abdominal and chest muscles.
Behind him, Zafira drifted like smoke on heat. Her cheeks still bore a high flush, her lips parted in a breathless smile, while folding her wings slightly inward, like they were trying to hide how they quivered and her tail, normally so lazy, twisted around Leonhardt's.
'Did Leonhard always have a tail?'
Zafira's tail wrapped around the thick, scaled tail with an elongated diamond tip, from the base to the sharp black tip, which flicked like a blade made from onyx and scaled leather.
'He looks so... good.' Erina thought.
Erina's throat felt dry.
