Shedding her clothes like a flower shedding its petals, Tia stood frozen embarrassed before Raven, her one hand covering her perky breasts and the other her silver bushy groin. Blushing red, her eyes darted back and forth between the ground and Raven, and the numb look from Robin lying in one corner of the bed–only accentuated her embarrassment.
However, the moment Raven seized her wrist and pulled her closer, shock took over her mind and the red on her cheeks quickly disappeared. Feeling his hand moving onto her bare hip, Tia hissed as a sizzling sensation rushed from the spot he was touching. As his fingers squeezed into her flesh with a firm grip, she tried to look away but the mage turned her face back to himself.