She crouched down, letting her entire body, except for her head, blend into the lake water. Her long, red hair rippled and flowed with the waves.
This continued for a while, then she stood up again, looked up at the moon, her long, flowing hair was wet and tinged with moonlight, glistening and bright, with some strands cascading down her slender, rounded shoulders, while others, originating from her temples, covered her collarbone and fell to the curves of her delicate, slightly protruding breasts.
She then had another idea.
Priscilla stretched out her right hand toward the moon in the sky, striking a pose like a princess inviting a prince to dance at a ball.
The allure she exuded at this moment was stronger than ever before. If the one invited to dance was indeed His Highness the Prince, then Priscilla, as the inviter, was truly someone no one could refuse.
The moon never dimmed, as if that were an answer to accepting the invitation. Then, her elfin body began to dance in the water.
His bright eyes and his subtle emotions shifted with the waves.
Her body, bathed in water and moonlight, was so beautiful that words could not describe it.
The hands come together and then separate, just like flower buds gathering and blooming in an instant;
Her beautiful hair flowed freely. Her dance was fluid and graceful, with constantly changing movements. The moonlight added a charming glow to her figure, transforming into a shimmering, smooth sheen on her skin.
The emblem on the right breast seemed to have fully absorbed the energy of the moonlight, gleaming with a faint emerald hue. Tonight, for the first time, this mark spontaneously radiated light.
Water droplets danced in the air, Priscilla swayed in the lake, and the water droplets and moonlight seemed to dance on her skin... The water shimmered so beautifully, her skin so radiant...
This is a skillful and beautiful fairy dance, because it is truly a dance passed down from the ancient fairy race.
When Priscilla was young, she longed to attend the grand royal banquet, a gathering of powerful figures. However, at that time, children were not entitled to be present at such a solemn event.
By chance, she came across a book about the dance of the fairy race. The book said that by learning the fairy dance, one could gradually gain powerful elven energy.
In order to get close to the powerful as soon as possible and to gain their recognition and praise, she practiced the demon dance diligently.
She first displayed her enchanting dance ten years ago on the day she participated in the Shidu Harvest Festival, which was also the night Shidu was destroyed.
The first person to have the honor of becoming her dance partner was the young Alphonse.
At that time, Alphonse was still a clueless boy.
As the beautiful woman's dance partner, he couldn't keep up with Priscilla's steps.
Priscilla, with her light and graceful steps, and Alphonse, with his endearingly clumsy movements, became the talk of the town at the bonfire dance in the square.
Ten years later, Priscilla dances a bewitching dance alone in the moonlight and the void.
She was completely absorbed in the dance and her memories. Her alluring dance moves and her beautiful body were so exquisite that they could be described as dazzling brilliance in the night and supreme pride that surpassed all others.
She no longer needs a dance partner, music, or the established rules of dancing. She also doesn't need an audience, appreciation, or concern herself with worldly opinions.
At this moment, the moon, water, and man become one, blending together, their radiance intertwining.
Everything else around her became a backdrop to the Moon Water Fairy Dance, merely serving to highlight Priscilla's insignificant existence.
After the dance, she felt refreshed and delighted. She clasped her hands together, scooped up a spoonful of water, raised it above her head, and offered it to the moon that had bestowed upon her its magnificent radiance.
Water trickled from between her fingers and her deliberately slightly parted palms, flowing down her raised arms, moisturizing the areas it touched—sometimes sliding over her cleavage, sometimes clinging to her back and then running down her waistline, almost every inch…
At this moment, Priscilla was so captivating, so enchanting...
Viewers gradually realized that this was not a dance in the pure sense, but a ritual, a ritual that brought people into close contact with nature and broke through the boundaries between humans and nature, solemn and beautiful.
Even elves, who are naturally close to nature, may not be able to reach such a high level of skill and spirituality.
Priscilla's ears keenly picked up the rustling sounds coming from the bushes not far from her.
"who?"
She turned her head and stared at the source of the sound, her body, still bathed, turned away from it without any attempt to hide or evade. From that moment on, her beauty transformed into a dignified presence.
Priscilla touched the emblem on her chest, and without disturbing the lake, a breeze quietly gathered around her.
She wouldn't let the voyeur get away so easily after having a good look.
"Come out! Who is it?"
Priscilla questioned sharply.
A commotion arose again from the bushes, as if the person inside, unable to withstand the constant wind pressure she exerted on the surroundings, intended to reveal themselves.
The uninvited guest emerged from his hiding place and stood up, meeting Priscilla's angry eyes.
"A necromancer?"
Priscilla used the wind to lift the clothes on the lakeshore, float them through the air and hand them to her. She put them on as she walked back to the lakeshore step by step.
When she stepped ashore, she was already dressed in a gauze dress, her eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent as she stared intently at the uninvited guest who had appeared.
With slender ears, silver pupils, and purplish-black skin, the uninvited guest was a night elf dressed in the bizarre attire of an exotic necromancer.
Priscilla will never forget the necromancers who brought her death-like fear, and their physical characteristics.
“Princess…” the necromancer spoke first, “My master ordered me to take you back to the capital.”
“Why should I obey you? And who is your master?” Priscilla refused without any politeness.
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