Ethan followed a few paces behind Elder Hestia as they navigated the winding, restricted stone pathways leading toward the elder quarters. His face remained a mask of flawless, clinical detachment, but his sharp, predatory gaze was actively measuring the woman walking ahead of him.
Despite her heavily wrinkled visage and cold, fiercely unexpressive demeanor, her physical frame beneath the heavy silk elder robes still retained a remarkably firm, voluptuous contour. Her hips were surprisingly wide, and she possessed an exceptionally shapely, mature rear that shifted with a heavy, disciplined rhythm as she walked. Ethan found himself already savoring the impending encounter. To his dark, calculating mind, she wasn't just a powerful administrative asset; she was the absolute cherry on top of the entire feast.
