The Awakening of the Winged Emerald Eye

Delilah sat on her bed, the silken sheets whispering against her skin as she struggled to calm her racing heart. 

She had just met with Andrew, her master, in nothing more than her sheer nightwear. It was a moment of embarrassment, and remembering it caused her cheeks to flush with bashfulness and shame. Yet, despite her discomfort, a flicker of excitement danced in her big hazel eyes.

She had eaten the magical beast meat Andrew had provided for dinner, unaware of the profound changes it would bring. Although it had caused her body a lot of pain, it had also triggered a subtle thrum of power to awaken and course through her veins. 

It was as if dormant energies were reviving within her, eager to be set free.

When she had sought Andrew out about the matter, he had been quick to recognize her condition, his keen eyes assessing her with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.