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I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
Victory was in the air.
Ashale, breathing heavily but standing tall, emerged as the victor.
And as the crowd erupted in cheers, I knew that, at least for today, fate was on our side.
* * *
The Prize Pool bustled with sudden activity, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.
Soft murmurs filled the air as the Prizes — myself included — lined up, our silhouettes illuminated by the soft, blue lights from above.
The platform we stood on was cool beneath my feet, a welcome relief from the warm atmosphere surrounding us.
The familiar fragrance of the polish and fresh linens met my nostrils, along with the faint musky aroma of excitement emanating from the other females.
The sensation of dozens of eyes on me was unnerving, as it always was.
But today was different.
Today, there was a lightness in my chest, a bubbling excitement that danced on the edges of my senses.
I stood tall, chin up, not with the same apprehension as the last time, but with an assured grace.
I could hear my heartbeat, a rhythmic testament to the hope blooming within.
The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a warrior entering with all his rugged glory.
Ashale.
He entered, and the ambient noise seemed to dampen, replaced by a heightened awareness of everything around me.
The soft hum of the lighting fixtures, the gentle rustling of the fabrics, even the sweet and sour tang of the fruits displayed in the corner — all intensified.
Every sensation felt more profound, more vibrant.
Ashale didn’t even spare the other Prizes a glance.
He was like a magnet, and his magnetic field drew me in.
The other females, sensing his presence, preened and posed, each hoping to catch his eye.
Their soft giggles and whispers created a background melody, but Ashale seemed immune to their allure.
His gaze was fixed, locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
Those deep golden eyes spoke of promises, of memories relived, and of moments yet to be shared.
The air between us was electric, and I was sure that if he touched me at that moment, sparks would fly.
But he didn’t.
Not yet.
Ashale approached the platform with an air of casual confidence, each step purposeful and sure.
As he neared, I could pick up his scent — a unique blend of musk, leather, and something wild that I couldn’t quite place.
