The thunderous cheers for Nayla's victory still echoed faintly through the colosseum, but up in the high gallery, the atmosphere had shifted into something far more intimate. The girls have already praised Nayla for her victory, but now the discussion is shifting toward a certain something.
Nayla Nightshade stood proudly before Aiden, her voluptuous blue-tinted body still flushed with the thrill of battle. She had her hands folded neatly just beneath her massive, heavy breasts, deliberately pushing the overflowing globes upward so they strained even more against the tight fabric of her academy uniform. Her seductive smile curved her full, blue-tinted lips as she gazed down at her husband with half-lidded crimson eyes.
