Isabella felt a surge of pride at the way every single gaze was locked onto her. God, she would never get tired of this. No matter the world, no matter the species—her beauty was eternal.
But as much as she enjoyed the admiration, there was work to do. She clapped her hands together, breaking the spell. "Alright, alright, enough gawking. Get back to work."
The beastmen jolted as if waking from a trance, quickly averting their eyes. Some even looked embarrassed, which made Isabella smirk.
Still, whispers floated in the air.
"I never realized we were mocking such a beautiful female…"
"Now we'll never have a chance."
"There's no female as clean and stunning as that… She's the first I've seen."
"Look at her hair."
Isabella ignored them, striding over to Shelia and Ophelia.
Ophelia beamed up at her. "You're so pretty, Isabella. I wish I could be as beautiful as you one day."
Shelia nodded in agreement. "We never really appreciated just how pretty you are."
