Melisa stood before Isabella's house. It was morning, and the gentle early day breeze carried the scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery. Behind Melisa, Javir's spectral carriage waited.
"You sure you don't want me to wait?" Javir called from the window, her sunlight-colored hair catching the morning light. "I could always circle back later."
"Nah, I might be here a while," Melisa replied, adjusting her dress. The purple silk felt cool against her skin as she smoothed out a wrinkle. "Got some... things to discuss."
The way Javir arched one brow high made Melisa's cheeks flush.
"I'm sure you do. Well, have fun then."
The carriage pulled away, its magical horses barely making a sound as they moved across the stones, leaving Melisa alone on the doorstep. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before knocking.
[Okay, Mel. You've got this. Just explain your theory. And try not to get too distracted by her massive tits.]