C848 The Dancing Bonfire
Rohan, already a martial artist, quickly grew accustomed to the movements.
Before long, he was leaping in sync with the others, seamlessly blending into the group.
Drawing closer, the subtle scent of Imnah's perfume reached him, her red dress fluttering, playfully brushing against his body.
For an instant, Rohan was enraptured.
Imnah, lost in the moment, had closed her eyes