Stadium of the horny Flame

They reached the Stadium of the Sacred Flame by mid-afternoon.

The culture shock hit harder than any of them expected.

Mondstadt had normalized bare skin and casual nudity. Liyue treated sex as an open, luxurious pastime. Even Inazuma’s sudden free-use decree had been extreme. Natlan was something else entirely. Clothes were the exception rather than the rule. Most people moved through the streets completely bare or with only the lightest decorative accents. Couples — and sometimes larger groups — paused wherever they stood for short, open acts of intercourse that seemed as ordinary as a handshake. A quick, smiling fuck against a wall or over a market stall was apparently an acceptable greeting. No one stared. No one apologized. Desire simply flowed through the city like air.

Mualani led them straight through the crowds and into the great arena without slowing.

At the center of it all stood Mavuika.

She was somehow both the most alluring and the most dressed person they had seen since entering Natlan. The Archon wore a skin-tight black biker suit so thin it might as well have been painted on. A single long zipper ran from the top of her breasts, down between them, all the way under and between her legs, then back up the rear. Even fully closed, the paper-thin material left nothing to the imagination — the exact shape of her nipples, the soft mound of her pussy, every curve and fold was clearly visible beneath the stretched fabric.

Mavuika’s face lit up the moment she saw Aether.

“You,” she said, voice warm and openly relieved. “The one who made the Flame of Passion burn that brightly. I’ve been hoping someone with desire like yours would appear. My plans are saved.”

She didn’t wait for formalities. Her fingers found the zipper and began drawing it down slowly, deliberately, giving the entire group a private show. The suit parted. Her full breasts spilled free. The zipper continued its path until it passed between her legs and her bare pussy lips sprang open, already glistening. She stepped closer, clearly intending to offer the Traveler a direct taste of an Archon’s body.

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She never got the chance.

Rosaria moved first.

The nun stepped neatly between them, one hand still resting on the bright red stone at her throat, expression pure smug ownership. She turned Mavuika aside with polite but absolute firmness.

“He’s already booked for today,” Rosaria stated flatly. “Birthday privileges. If you could be so kind as to give us a private place, we’ll handle the rest of the introductions later.”

Mavuika blinked, zipper still half-open, pussy still on full display, and found herself momentarily sidelined by a mortal woman who clearly had no intention of sharing her newly minted fiancé for the rest of the afternoon.

The Archon of Natlan looked from the red stone to Rosaria’s unimpressed face, then back to Aether, and actually laughed once — bright and surprised.

“Well,” she said, re-zipping only enough to keep walking. “I suppose even limitless desire has a schedule. Follow me. I’ll find you somewhere private.”

She turned, still mostly poured into the open suit, and led the way.Rosaria kept her place at Aether’s side, chin high, the blood-red stone gleaming against her skin like a declaration the entire stadium could see.