[Warning: Mature content ahead]
"You may," Valen said, his eyes still raking over the woman's form.
She smiled seductively and bowed. "Your Highness, you requested my presence?"
"I did, Sylvie," he drawled, stepping forward until his polished leather boots stopped just before her. "In fact, I called you here today for a very… important task."
He glanced toward Jareld, giving a subtle nod to dismiss him. Once the door closed, Valen began circling the lady like a vulture poised to strike. His voice dropped to a low, velvety whisper. "I'm assigning you a most delicate mission—one that requires your… particular talents. You'll use your charm to make someone feel welcome."
