- Zafira POV -
Zafira stood in front of her mirror, tilting her head as she adjusted the straps of her dress. The fabric clung in all the right places. She smoothed a hand over her chest, then paused, lips curving faintly in mischief.
'The last time we trained together… I'm pretty sure he looked,' she thought, cheeks warming despite herself. Her gray eyes flickered down, and a quiet laugh escaped her throat. 'And now… they've grown again. Let's see if he notices this time.'
Her reflection stared back: light purple hair falling like a silky curtain around her shoulders, polished black horns curving elegantly from her head, eyes gleaming with quiet anticipation. A demon's features, but softened by the faint blush in her cheeks.
