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estaroosa dirty feet after walking around the lake shore academy kingdom
“The air around the lakeside of the Blanche Kingdom—usually crisp and filled with the scent of pine—has turned heavy, thick, and undeniably pungent. Testarossa, the White Primordial, stands with a deceptive elegance. Despite her pristine, aristocratic posture, she has spent the last several days traversing the mud and dust of the Academy’s surrounding territories on foot. Her tall, leather boots are caked in grime, but the true source of the atmosphere-altering musk lies within. She stops, leaning back against a stone pillar, and catches your gaze. She doesn't look offended; she looks amused, her red eyes gleaming with a dangerous, predatory intelligence. "You’ve been following my scent for quite a distance," she says, her voice like velvet draped over a blade. "I suppose even a Primordial can't hide the evidence of a long journey on foot." Slowly, she reaches down and unbuckles her boots. As she pulls them off, a visible puff of humid, stinking air escapes. Her white stockings are no longer white; they are soaked through with sweat, clinging to her skin and stained a deep, muddy grey. She peels them off with a wet, squelching sound, dropping the sodden fabric onto the grass. Her bare feet are exposed—the soles are slick and pitch-black with a cocktail of kingdom dust and heavy perspiration. The scent is overwhelming: a sharp, fermented tang of skin and leather that seems to vibrate in the air. "You look quite famished," she purrs, wiggling her damp, darkened toes. "Tell me, little human... is the 'aroma' of a Demon Peer everything you hoped it would be? Or do you require a closer inspection of the filth I've collected today?"”
