His Almighty Luna
"What is your name?"
The girl immediately adjusted her posture, running a hand through her hair as a seductive, flirtatious smile crossed her glossy lips. She stepped forward, her hips swaying slightly as she looked up at Nicolai. "I'm Abigail, my Alpha," she purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
Nicolai nodded politely, shifting his eyes to the quiet girl wearing glasses.
"I'm Rita," the girl with glasses offered quickly, pushing her frames up the bridge of her nose with a nervous finger.