Chapitre 137: My method of cooling off

This pattern continued for what felt like hours to Zafron. Cassandra would disappear into the dressing room, emerge in a new outfit, and ask for his opinion. All the while, she kept up a steady stream of conversation, sharing amusing anecdotes and asking Zafron's thoughts on various matters.

Glancing at Zafron, Cassandra thought for a second.

'I implanted some slime into the walls and floor this morning before leaving to shop. They should start emitting heat and causing him to be uncomfortable now. I don't like that I'm doing this to you Zafron, but what choice do I have?'

'I have given you all the signs to take the lead but you've refused. I guess it's all up to me now,'

She tore her gaze from him and went back in to go change.

As the night wore on, Zafron found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable. For some reason, he felt hot. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he shifted restlessly in his seat.