The constant swish of a blade cutting the air in harmony with a gentle hum of magically imbued steel is suddenly broken by a curt, yet alluring voice that echoes in the grand hall, snapping Tiana out of her reverie...a voice she recognizes in an instant.
In that instant, her body grows warm, a warmth of unfamiliar arousal, a warmth that shoots across her cheeks like scarlet meadows in spring, a warmth that makes her loins uncomfortably hot.
"Ready to do this, human?" Liabella calls out, her voice crisp, without fear, as steady as a Paladin's blade.
Tiana gulps softly to herself.