Luvia huffed, biting her lower lip in frustration as she yanked her gown back into place, her movements sharp and irritated. She smoothed the fabric down with a scowl, muttering under her breath about "useless men" and "wasted opportunities."
Selon let out a low, lazy chuckle, still sprawled across the couch, his eyes half-closed as he watched her fuss. "You know, Luvia, for someone who's supposed to be the embodiment of desire, you're not very good at handling rejection."
"Shut up, Selon!" Luvia snapped, her cheeks flushing with irritation.
She moved toward the couch, huffing as she shoved Selon's legs aside with her hips, making him grunt in annoyance.
"Oi! What are you doing? Find your own seat, you annoying woman!"
"Move over, you lazy lump. I want to sit."
Selon shot her a flat glare, his voice dripping with irritation. "You're so annoying, you know that? Can't a man just lie down in peace without being poked, prodded, and pushed around by some needy succubus wannabe?"
