The steam from the nearby pools hung thick in the air as Mira stood before Jason, her wet fur slicked back against her lithe, athletic frame. She made no move to cover herself, no gesture of modesty or shame. Instead, she stretched languidly, arching her back in a way that pushed her breasts forward, the nipples already hardening in the cool air of the bathing chamber.
"You know," she said, her voice carrying that signature nonchalance.
"... these crawls really take it out of you. All that adrenaline, all that tension..." She ran her fingers through her damp hair, letting the motion draw his eyes down the curve of her body.
"It builds up, you know? Needs somewhere to go."
Jason stood frozen in the pool, the water lapping at his waist. His cock had already begun to stir beneath the surface, betraying his attempt at composure. "Mira, you should go. Ylva—"
