Chapter 18: The dual favor
Eva's skirt hit the floor with a soft whisper of fabric.
She stepped out of it without looking at either of them, standing tall in just her panties — black lace that clung tight to the swell of her ass, narrow enough to expose the full curve of each cheek. Her long legs, smooth and bare, shifted with tension as she moved toward the center of Lor's room.
"The Light wants five minutes right?," she muttered. "Just panties. Twerking."
She looked over her shoulder at Lor, her cheeks red but her chin up. "You'd better be watching."
Lor sat casually in his chair, the coin already between his fingers. His hazel eyes glinted.
"I never miss a ritual."
Eva rolled her eyes, then turned her back fully, bending slightly and placing her hands on her thighs. Her hips began to move — slow, experimental.
A testing bounce.
The lace flexed with every motion, hugging her cheeks like it was holding on for dear life. Each roll made her ass jiggle softly, rhythm building, thighs flexing as she got into it.
Olivia, still seated on the edge of the bed, looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water over her soul.
"Wait," she blurted. "I want spell precision too."