I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

This pattern continued for what felt like hours to Zafron. Cassandra would disappear into the dressing room, emerge in a new outfit, and ask for his opinion. All the while, she kept up a steady stream of conversation, sharing amusing anecdotes and asking Zafron's thoughts on various matters.

Glancing at Zafron, Cassandra thought for a second.

'I implanted some slime into the walls and floor this morning before leaving to shop. They should start emitting heat and causing him to be uncomfortable now. I don't like that I'm doing this to you Zafron, but what choice do I have?'

'I have given you all the signs to take the lead but you've refused. I guess it's all up to me now,'

She tore her gaze from him and went back in to go change.

As the night wore on, Zafron found himself growing increasingly uncomfortable. For some reason, he felt hot. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he shifted restlessly in his seat.

Cassandra, emerging once again from the dressing room, paused as she noticed Zafron's state. "Zafron? Are you alright? You look... unwell."

Zafron stood abruptly, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm fine, my lady. Just a bit... warm. Perhaps I'm coming down with something."

He moved towards the door, eager to escape the increasingly stifling atmosphere of the room. "If you'll excuse me, I should probably head home and rest."

As he reached for the door handle, however, he found it wouldn't budge. Confusion and a hint of panic flashed across his face as he tried again, with no success.

Cassandra's voice came from behind him, tinged with amusement and something else he couldn't quite identify. "Where are you in such a hurry to, Zafron? The key is right here beside me."

Zafron turned slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. Cassandra stood near her dressing table, a small golden key glinting in her hand. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of curiosity and... was that concern?

"I..." Zafron said, his voice sounding strained even to his own ears. "It's quite hot in here and I was just going to ease my self .."

Cassandra took a step towards him, her brow furrowed. "But that's impossible. This room has the finest cooling enchantments in all of Drakoria. You shouldn't be overheated."

Zafron's mind raced, searching for an explanation that wouldn't reveal the truth about his quests and the game-like nature of his existence. "Perhaps... perhaps it's not the heat. Maybe I ate something that didn't agree with me."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed slightly, unconvinced. "Zafron," she said softly, taking another step closer. "What's really going on? You've been acting strangely all evening."

Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she approached him. She reached out and placed her hand on his forehead, her touch both gentle and probing. "You're warmer than I expected. May I?"

Before he could respond, Cassandra's fingers traced along his brow, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "This uniform of yours looks quite thick. It might be trapping too much heat," she said softly, almost to herself.

Zafron felt a flush of embarrassment and discomfort, yet he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull of her closeness. "It's really not necessary—"

Cassandra cut him off, her gaze fixed with determination. "Please, let me help. I need to make sure you're alright." With a graceful motion, she began to unfasten the buttons of his uniform jacket, her fingers brushing against his skin.

Her eyes remained focused on her task as she worked, her touch warm and reassuring. "I'm afraid I might have chosen the wrong material for your uniform. It's my fault if it's causing you discomfort."

Zafron's breath caught in his throat as she eased the jacket off his shoulders. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and he felt both vulnerable and strangely comforted by her presence. "You really don't need to—"

Cassandra placed her hand on his bare chest, checking his temperature again. Her fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and her voice was a soft murmur. "It's not just the heat, is it? This uniform is clearly too thick. I should have been more considerate."

Zafron could feel his heart racing, a mix of anxiety and unexpected attraction. "My lady, you don't have to—"

But Cassandra's gaze remained intense, her face close to his. "No, it's important to me. If you're uncomfortable, I want to know. I want to make sure you're alright."

Cassandra's fingers lingered on Zafron's chest for a moment longer than necessary, her breath warm against his skin. As she looked up at him with a faint smile, a chuckle escaped her lips. "You know," she said softly, "I can see the discomfort in you. Have you never been shirtless in front of a woman before?"

Zafron, caught off guard by her question, stammered slightly. "I—well, I…"

Cassandra's smile widened playfully. "I've been half-naked in front of you numerous times. So why this discomfort now?"

Before Zafron could form a coherent reply, Cassandra began unfastening her gown with deliberate, teasing slowness. She let the fabric fall to the floor, revealing her underwear—a simple but elegant set of lacey panties and a matching bra. As she tossed the gown aside, she stood before him in just the minimal coverage, her body now exposed in a way that made Zafron's heart race.

"Now," she said with a teasing glint in her eye, "at least you'll feel more comfortable now that we're both almost naked, right?"

Zafron's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Cassandra. Her breasts, barely contained by the delicate fabric of her bra, seemed to defy gravity with their full, enticing shape. The curves and softness of her form were accentuated by the contrast between the thin lace and her warm skin.

The slight peek of cleavage was enough to capture his full attention, making his thoughts swirl with a mix of admiration and desire.

As she stood there, a playful smirk on her lips, Zafron felt a surge of heat rise to his cheeks. 'This is definitely not how I imagined this evening going,' he thought, struggling to maintain his composure. 'But it's hard to focus on anything but the very real, very appealing reality right in front of me. Fuck the quest, I want these melons!!'

Cassandra turned away from Zafron, her movements deliberate as she walked toward the center of the room. Her figure was accentuated by the dim light, every curve emphasized as she moved. Zafron's eyes followed her ass, captivated by the sheer magnitude of her ass.

Halfway across the room, Cassandra paused and turned back to face Zafron. She smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "You know, I have a secret," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of playful mystery. "Whenever things get... too hot to handle, I have a special way of cooling down."

With a fluid motion, she extended her hand and summoned her green slime powers. The vibrant, glistening slime materialized, covering her hand in a thick, shimmering layer. She then began to rub it gently around her chest, her eyes never leaving Zafron's. The slime's cool, translucent sheen contrasted sharply with the warmth of her skin, creating an intriguing spectacle.

Zafron's breath hitched as Cassandra slipped a hand into her cleavage, her movements deliberate and unhurried. The sound of the slime squishing and squelching as she squeezed gently on her breast was oddly intimate.

Cassandra's gaze remained steady, her voice low and inviting. "Would you like to cool off with my method, Zafron?"