Serilla's hand was warm in hers as they stepped onto the dance floor.
The music swelled, strings and woodwinds weaving together in a melody that had probably made nobles fall in love for generations. Other couples moved in graceful patterns. Talia looked like she was being tortured through Darius's lead. Liora was being twirled by her unwanted suitor with the enthusiasm of someone getting a root canal.
Serilla pulled Aegis close, one hand on her waist, the other clasped with Aegis's own. Their bodies pressed together, tits against tits, and Serilla's eyes burned.
"Finally," she breathed. "You're mine."
Immediately, Aegis's HUD flickered.
DIALOGUE OPTIONS
1. "I'm yours." [SUBMIT]
2. "For tonight, at least." [DEFLECT]
3. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." [RESIST]
Aegis stared at the options.
She didn't like any of them.
