Now that Lucille mentioned it, Byron couldn't help but admire Ayota's flawless figure. Everything about her was pristine. Her unique hair, leaf-like both in shape and color, was perhaps the most perfect of her features.
Her face that was a bit plump, plus the innocence and joy in her iridescent eyes, was another feature he could not ignore.
He was convinced of this fact even more when his eyes wandered down her figure to linger on her beautiful breasts. They were pale and pointy, virginal in every aspect.
He tried to compare them with the ones of the other Ayota, the one from Harmonia City.
Among the girls that had escorted Queen Otrera, Ayota had been the only one who made a lasting impression on Byron.
However, that's not why Byron was comparing this dryad to her. It had more to do with the fact that they shared a name. He couldn't think of one without thinking of the other.
