The bathroom door swung open.
The Corpse Witch stepped out, winding white cloth around her arm as she strode toward the center of the living room.
Xi Mu sat on the couch, watching the approaching Corpse Witch. Her mature body appeared even more alluring after the bath. With every twist of the cloth around her arm, her arm brushed against her full bosom. The prominent curves shifted slightly and then rebounded, trembling softly like gelatin.
"Remember to find me when you return to the real world." The Corpse Witch flicked her water-blue hair and sat beside Ahtal, her ample hips flattening slightly into a rounded shape.
She began explaining to Ahtal.
"The Avatar Witch wants to borrow the power of my followers to launch a tentative attack against you."
Xi Mu chuckled lightly: "Perhaps the Avatar Witch is the one most purely intent on saving the world after all."
The Corpse Witch nodded slightly, acknowledging Ahtal's statement.
