Elizabeth was currently walking the streets of the grand colosseum. While she loved being around her master, she also wanted to see the streets of the colosseum.

Normally she loved being in his presence too much to ever leave his side.

But he had supremely annoyed her, which allowed her wish of exploring the streets to finally peak over her addiction to being near him.

Her steps had a bounce and her heart was still light.

Her master was somehow more depressed about her loss than she was.

He showed it by smothering her with his attention so much so that she found it suffocating.

Something her master Samuel did not realize, was that when they were together he stayed mostly quiet and let her do whatever she wanted to his body. His was like a lifelike mannequin that way, but when she wanted him to act, he instinctively realized what to do and act accordingly.

It was something that had been built over the last year they spent together, though he picked up on her desires insanely quickly.

His body moved and acted, almost always in a manner that seemed best suited her wants and needs. Elizabeth was pretty sure Samuel did not even realize he was doing it.

Another example she could think of was how despite repeatedly saying he needed to decrease how much Eishath fed on him, his thighs always widened and his robes parted whenever she was in his presence.

Samuel had had no idea that he was enabling Eishath as her sister was actually quite amiable to his commands. Despite repeated warnings, he never quite stopped Eishath from doing whatever she wanted.

Currently, however, she could feel his entire concentration was focused on her. Something she found to be quite oppressive.

Over the last couple of hours, he started micro-managing her, and while she appreciated it when it came to her training she did not appreciate it when came to how she wanted to rest, and somehow he was able to optimize that so that it too could become a part of her training.

He started giving her advice on how to hug, how to take a nap, and HOW TO FUCKING BREATH!

She told him that he was annoying and then left.

Now she was out on the streets of the colosseum and about to do something she could not do ever before.

Freely roam about the streets.

That excitement died very quickly.

Why?

People sucked.

She loved the attention she received from her fellow disciples, but even when they were enamored by her looks they were at least outwardly respectful.

The people that roamed the streets openly gawked and over the last 30 minutes, she counted 42 leers. They were also not aware that her senses were heightened and they did not suppress their voices with essence. Which meant she heard more than one conversation about her that made to show them just how 'hot' she was.

But better heads prevailed and she had restrained herself from vaporizing some random assholes. No wonder there were so many stories of cultivator 'brutalities'. If this is how they acted they had it coming.

She sighed as she looked around listlessly.

This was another thing. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing... She never really 'went out' and so had no memory she could draw from. Even during her time in her sect, she spent most of her time cooped up in one place or another.

Not that she minded being cooped up with her master.

Today was the first time she ever got angry at him in their whole year of knowing each other.

That anger had rapidly cooled as she realized that it came from a place of care and concern combined with the fact that her master was still very clumsy about showing his feelings.

"Good afternoon, sect sister."

She was brought out of her shell by a soft and sultry voice coming from behind.

She turned her head to see who had called her only to lays on a woman whose beauty almost made her think she was dreaming.

If Elizabeth was to use one word to describe the woman that stood in front of her, it would be 'perfect'.

It was not that any one feature she had that was outstanding, it was how all of them combined to complete a perfect puzzle.

Her chest had some size but nothing on the level of Elizabeth's. But it worked so completely with her hourglass figure that she did not think that would matter to anyone outside of fetishists.

The golden yellow robes she was wearing were both modest yet very erotic at the same time. It cover her body entirely but fit her form so much so that it was very easy to let her imagination run wild.

The cloth around her legs was sheer which drew the eye to her silky long legs. Her body did not have much heft but where it matter there seemed to be plenty.

Her face was similarly very easy on the eyes, there was a natural flush on her full cheeks, and as cultivators rarely ever used make up her rosy red lips were also very natural.

Her amber eyes glowed like embers and her red flowing hair finished her ensemble. And what an ensemble it was.

Cultivators were all hot and one had to be particularly unique or very high in their attractiveness to make an impression.

And boy did she make an impression. It was like the woman's aura drew her in making everything else seem gray by comparison.

Elizabeth was straight as an arrow and had never even fantasized about doing it with another woman.

This woman in front of her almost made her question her sexual orientation and all she had been exposed to was her looks and the aura she exuded.

"Hi?" was all that came out of Elizabeth's mouth.