Balkan was sinking his teeth on the roasted meat when the witch strolled in wearing a sheer dress revealing her generous assets. Her gait is sultry, swishing her bare hips that makes Balkan drop the meat and lick his fingers clean. Her entire body is covered in detailed tattoos some of what he understands but mostly they are written in a foreign tongue he doesn’t know.

　　“News?” Balkan asks not to let her show the desire flaming inside him.

　　“I come to you ...