Immortal Desire
Wagon wheels hitting on the bumpy road was added in the not-so-pleasant harmony while the bugs and other insects composing their piece made the sounds more incomprehensible.
“So many patients,” Claudia complained. Sitting on a comfortable seat in Rupert’s office with her legs crossed, her thighs were visible on both sides with the long skirt she wore, thanks to its three-feet-long slits. She plopped her left elbow on the table and lounged her cheek on her palm, playing a pen on her other hand, Claudia sighed. “I should have come with the lord earlier. Invading the Wyslien Kingdom seems more interesting than staying in this boring place,” she said. Her mouth opened for a yawn, she stretched h