The two caught gazes and an eternity passed as their faces clouded in a rushing red blush. Elizabetha, still unable to contain her wondering gaze, roamed down his slim, cream colored body and glued her eyes to his crotch like cement. Her breath caught in her throat, making her sound as if she had choked on water, and her cheeks gushed a volcanic red, slightly impressed by what she saw.
The blond, following her frozen stare, realized where her eyes settled and forced the dry lump down his throat. He threw his hands to his crotch and squeezed his thighs shut. "H-hey! Don't stare, PERVERT!!" he screeched.
She quickly turned her reddened face away, clasping a hand around her gasping lips. But when she turned around, she was met by the anxious stares of the three previous men who were now making their way towards her. Each of them held a different expression: desperate despair, smirking mischief, and calm concern.
"S-stop!" she stuttered, an empty threat on her lips.
But she was cut off by a shrill scream and flowing footsteps racing down the stairway like expert fingers on piano keys.
Everyone turned towards the ruckus just in time for a tiny, naked girl with massive breasts to push her way between the three men and attach herself to Elizabetha's back.
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