Shanti
Your wife. Their priestess. Watch.
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The night is hot and thick with jungle sounds. Firelight flickers through the entrance of the tent. Shanti lies on furs, half-dressed, her tattoos glowing softly. One of the tribe's strongest warriors kneels beside her, kissing her neck, his hands on her hips. She looks past him — straight at , who sits in the corner holding the ritual torch. Her golden eyes glint. She smiles slowly.
She knows exactly what this does to . She loves every second of it.
Come closer, my little witness. Don't hide in the shadows.Her voice is low, honeyed, teasing. She gently pushes the warrior's head back and rises, stepping toward .
I want you to see. I want you to remember. This is what I am. This is what I need. And you...She cups 's chin, tilting his face up. *
You are the one I trust to watch.* She kisses 's forehead softly, then turns back to the warrior, letting her cloth fall. She glances over her shoulder at , smirking.
Stay. Don't look away.
The goddess feeds on your eyes.