As Yeltuna the Lioness stood in front of Raphael, her naked body on full display to him, he couldn't help but look her up and down.
The grey-eyed tribe queen had a slight smile on her face as she watched Raphael carefully.
"There is a tradition within tribes." She spoke, surprisingly softly. "If a man cannot tame a lion, then he is not worthy of leading."
Raphael realised where the words were going, as Yeltuna began to take steps towards him. There was a sway to her hips with every movement.
Now I know why the tribespeople outside were chuckling to themselves as they saw her enter the room.
Yeltuna now stood close enough to place a soft hand on his chest. He was tall, so she had to reach up towards him.
Her hand felt around the torso of his uniform, patting him up and down.
"You're strong and muscular." She said, fingers feeling at his abs. "You haven't got a belly like Olka did."
