A servant stepped forward, handing Trevor a map that detailed every route to the Primordial Towers and back.
Trevor unfurled the document, and an unfamiliar, predatory smile spread across his face.
This was exactly what he needed. The level of detail was staggering; the map was so meticulously crafted that even a toddler could find their way, to say nothing of the exquisite artistry behind its creation.
The writing was elegant, the interface intuitive, and the entire layout so striking that it practically commanded attention from across the room.
Trevor squeezed the parchment tightly, turning back to Lisa with a broad, genuine smile.
"Thank you so much for these gifts. I am truly grateful," Trevor spoke calmly, the sincerity in his voice as clear as day.
"Well, there is something I would like in return," Lisa said, tilting her head with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.
Trevor paused.
