Phei's jaw tightened.
"I don't entertain child—"
She giggled—high, bell-like, innocent in tone but dripping with ancient knowing.
"I'm not a child, Master. I'm older than your entire bloodline. Or not." She drifted even closer—close enough that her breasts brushed his chest through the veil, nipples dragging visibly against the fabric. "Point is... this body is just… cute. Small. Perfect for curling up in your lap. For being carried. For being held."
She twirled again—veil lifting high enough to show the smooth black-ice curve of her ass, the shadowed cleft between her thighs glistening with inner frost-light.
"You're not a creep. You're my Master. And I'm your element. Your Void-Ice. I exist to serve you. To cool your rage. To freeze your enemies. To… warm your bed... should you ever decide you want me there."
She hovered—wings humming seductively—small hands sliding up her own body again, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over the visible peaks.
