"The continent of which I speak is a realm teeming with diverse races, where powerful creatures, ethereal fairies, majestic dragons, and lingering ghosts coexist," Lucas began, his voice resonating with a hint of intrigue.
However, Rosalind found it challenging to focus on his words as her gaze involuntarily drifted to his bare form.
A surge of embarrassment washed over her, and she swiftly averted her eyes, her cheeks flushing with a delicate shade of pink. How did they end up in such a peculiar situation? She tried to recall the events that led to their current state, her mind filled with fragments of hazy memories. Thankfully, she was relieved to find that she still wore her undergarments, preserving some semblance of modesty amidst the unexpected circumstances.
