Chapter 23: [R18]Body Count: One, Skill Level: Legendary
The door shut with a soft hiss behind them.
Amara didn’t move at first. She stood there, tall and quiet, her pale folded under her chest, lifting it slightly.
She scanned the velvet walls, the gold trim, the mirror stretched across the ceiling like they would vanish if she looked away too fast.
The air smelled like expensive perfume with something deeper beneath it, synthetic lust, filtered and layered until your head started to give in.
Nash didn’t speak. He just watched her. Everything in this room was designed to lower defenses.
Including him.
She stepped forward and sat on the bed slowly. Her skirt slid higher across her thighs when she crossed her legs. She didn’t fix it. Didn’t even glance down.
"You sure you didn’t steal this cash?" she asked, trying to sound relaxed. "You play broke way too well."
Nash didn’t answer. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the chair.
Lean chest. Trim stomach. Subtle definition sharpened by training and stat boosts. He didn’t flex, he didn’t need to.
"Does it matter if it spends the same?"
Her gaze dropped to his torso and stayed there. She smirked.