What was she supposed to do?
What was she supposed to say?
At this point, it felt like she was the one trapped in a game except Evelyn was the player, clicking through all her available choices, fully committed to seducing her.
The bite mark on her neck throbbed, a stark reminder of Evelyn's unexpected boldness.
It almost felt like a branding mark, like she belonged to Evelyn and no one else.
The thought made her dizzy. Or maybe it wasn't just the thought.
Something in the air was making her feel lightheaded, her body warmer than it should be.
A sweet, intoxicating scent clung to her senses, making everything hazy.
Then, the system helpfully confirmed her suspicions.
[System Notification]
[Evelyn Is Using An Aphrodisiac Scent On You.]
Excuse me?!
Heat prickled at her skin. It was not the pleasant kind.
It was an "I-need-to-shut-this-down-right-now" kind of warmth because she, herself, gets out of control.
She scanned the room, but there was no source in sight.
