Serelith's smile widened, her eyes never leaving his as she continued, her voice a soft whisper. "Care to join me, Your Highness?"
Mikhailis blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure. This couldn't be real—he must still be half-asleep or having some weird dream. He took a step back, finally finding his voice.
"What the hell is happening, Rodion?" he muttered, barely audible.
<Analyzing... The entity before you is Serelith, approximately 167 centimeters tall, hair color: long and purple, partially disheveled. Eyes: currently dilated. Emotional state suggests arousal, accompanied by—>
"Rodion, stop!" Mikhailis hissed under his breath, his face growing hotter with every detail. But Rodion wasn't done yet.