>>25192459>>25192554The best time to take a whiff of Elira's scent is on those hot Canadian nights, where the aircon isn't working due to a wire that's been mysteriously cut, turning her room into a solid wave of uncomfortable sticky warmth. That is when Elira is wearing the least amount of layers, her tanktop clinging to her torso, beads of sweat piling up underneath it and pooling under her arms, rolling down the expanse of her milky thighs. She will lift her arms up occasionally while watching anime, letting out a 'weh' as she pinches the drenched fabric and ruffles it, attempting to get any air circulating near her armpits. If you were to sit next to her, you'd be hit with the smell of her sweat mixed with a gentle whiff of shampoo and the pleasant dragon musk her skin emanates. But the strongest concentration of Elira's sweat is trapped in her pajama shorts, those shorts that she wears without underwear, because it's too hot to have even more fabric riding up her ass. You wouldn't even have to inhale deeply to experience the aroma if she were to spread open her legs, the skin of her thighs sticking to each other with accumulated sweat, her fumes hitting your senses like a wall of pure, concentrated hot tangy salty goodness, enough to make your mouth water