There was no imagined thrill or majestic peak upon peak.
Because beneath Hillrenes' clothes, what was hidden wasn't a voluptuous figure.
But large patches of mosaic.
Uh... though it's just a metaphor, describing the exposed parts of this woman's body as mosaic is indeed quite fitting.
Roger gripped the weapon in his hand tightly, utterly confused as to why Hillrenes would show him these things.
The hazy glow completely obscured the contours of this woman's body, like staring directly at a chandelier. The basic shape could be vaguely discerned, but the more one tried to focus, the stronger the interference became.
Besides, no normal person would stare at a lamp for no reason.
So, after a few seconds, Roger had no choice but to lift his gaze and refocus it on Hillrenes' face.
At least that face was truly breathtakingly beautiful. Compared to the bulb-like body, the room for imagination it left was actually far greater.
"Ahem, you're showing me this..."
