She's just here for the festival...right?

You want to believe that but its not as simple as that and even your lust soaked brain was becoming aware of how dangerous this conversation was. Magistress Vight was not to be taken for a fool.

You felt her drift around your left, she was as beautiful as always. Dark hair pulled back into an elaborate braid, burning blue eyes looking you over with scrutiny.

You should have caught on then but the way she looked and the way she looked at you... you swear you'd explode any second. "You look so much better like this." What did she mean? "{Name}, you should know better than to steal from my cabinet."