Vivi's fascination with Cassius deepened as she clung to his leg, her arms wrapped tightly around its unyielding strength. Her free hand roamed curiously, fingers tracing the defined ridges of muscle in his thigh, each one a testament to a vitality she could only marvel at.
Her thoughts also swirled, piecing together the puzzle of his physique.
She'd read enough to know that not every man possessed such a body. This kind of strength required effort, discipline, the kind of labor seen in soldiers training relentlessly or farmers toiling in the fields.
Yet Cassius, a noble steeped in rumors of debauchery, seemed an unlikely candidate for such rigor.
Looking up at him, her eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity, she tilted her head in a way that made her look irresistibly cute.
"Young Master." She said, her voice soft but insistent. "How did you get such a strong body? The rumors say you just drink alcohol and...sleep with women all day. How do you manage to be this sturdy?"
