A glossy purple-haired woman stood at the doorway, her slightly messy strands spilling down over her shoulders as if she hadn't even bothered to comb them.
She wore a purple-colored nightgown that clung to her soft curves, her tired eyes heavy with the weight of a sleepless night. Yet despite the exhaustion on her face and the irritation in her expression, there was something undeniably sexy about her.
She leaned against the doorframe with a sigh, folding her arms beneath her boobs, pushing them up ever so slightly as she stared blankly at Aether.
"What are you doing here, Aether?" she asked, her voice low and laced with annoyance that seemed to grow sharper with each word.
Aether rose from behind the throne, brushing off his pants as if he'd been there casually. He shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed air, speaking with an amused tone.
