It was at this point that everyone turned to look at the door, seeing a vivacious woman walk through the door with a kind of swagger that made her very attractive.
She had striking red hair, wearing a tight fitting dress and a fur jacket over her shoulders. It was chic. It was stylish. She was the embodiment of attractiveness.
The red scales that run up from her neck over towards her neck made her even more appealing.
Everyone immediately stood up, their eyes widening in surprise. They clearly recognized this person because instead of looking at her with lust, these people looked at her with fear and anxiety.
"Master!" Infernus said, panicking as if he was juts caught doing something bad. "I didn't think—"
"Didn't think what? That I would come here to my own home?"
This made the young Draconian's words get caught in his throat.
"Looks like things have gotten lively while I was away," she said as she began to sit down. Except, there was no chair where she would sit.
