章節 747: On Thin Ice

Today I learned that Matriarchs, or maybe just Adalia specifically, have really, really nice feet. 

And I mean that in the most non-promiscuous, genuine way possible. Please, believe me. I'm not a salivating sucker for finely toned ankles or anything. 

But, hey, I could be.

I rented each of us a pair of ice-skates, and such is the grief of having knives for fingers, Adalia couldn't put hers on without a little bit of help, or actually a lot of help. 

So I helped. 

I sat her down on a nearby rock, kneeling myself forward in front of her like a cloaked prince getting ready to fit on some glass slippers and promptly got to work.

That was when, in the most respectful way possible, I couldn't help but admire the sight of her bare feet.

They were quite small, smaller than any I've ever seen before, and her skin was practically spotless, smooth, like I was holding gray porcelain, only much softer… much more tender to the touch.