Serika let out a short, knowing laugh. "You don't have to worry about that part. I've spent enough time with him to know for a fact: Quin is a massive sucker for firm, female abs. Your 'grit' is exactly what he likes. And, by the way, you wouldn't be in the harem if he wasn't already interested in you, both body and mind. You've truly got nothing to worry about."
"…" Kaelira let out a tiny, uncertain whimper, still feeling like a fledgling bird compared to the ancient predator inside the cage, and even to her fellow mortal women, who could speak about private details like this with zero shame while they had a literal primordial audience.
Truly, it wasn't just Quinlan who lacked in the shame department, Kaelira realized.
That was when a sharp, loud clap echoed through the clearing, cutting through the chatter and the internal crises.
Ayame stood with her arms crossed, her expression calm and authoritative as she looked over her friends and allies.
