"Careful, Aether... Once she has you in her grasp, she wonāt let go."
The night falls over Mondstadt, and behind closed doors, Eula lets her playful side shine. She slips into a sheer black bodystocking that hugs every inch of her body, leaving little to the imagination. š
The way the fabric clings to her curves is enough to make Aetherās breath catch, and Eula knows it. That sly smile of hers says it all.
At first, it's playful. A tilt of her hips, a teasing glance over her shoulder, the way she leans in just a little too close. But as the night stretches on, the teasing turns heavier, more daring. Her voice softens into a whisper, her touch lingers longer than before, and every glance feels like a promise of what's to come.
By the time the moonlight fully floods the room, Eula isn't just teasing anymore. She's drawing Aether deeper into her, step by step, heartbeat by heartbeat. And tonight, sheās not holding back. š„µš¦
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