Julia didn't wait.
Her tiger instincts screamed at her to attack, to show dominance, to prove she wasn't some weak little kitten. The ground beneath her feet exploded into fragments as she launched herself forward, her muscles bulging with raw, monstrous strength that could shatter steel.
Her fist came crashing toward Xiang's face—and passed through nothing but air and a swirl of black and violet butterflies.
"What the—!" Julia snarled, spinning around.
The butterflies didn't fully reform at once. Instead, they coalesced slowly, deliberately. First, Xiang's tight hips materialized, swaying in a hypnotic circle as the insects wove the silk of her robe around her thick thighs. The fabric clung to every curve, outlining the generous swell of her ass as it rolled from side to side.
