Mathilda leaned against the bed, her sharp eyes glinting with mischief as she studied the unconscious Astrid, sprawled across the velvet-draped bed. "Yeah… I don't think she'll wake up anytime soon. The maids' gossip must've woke her up once. Hmm…" She tapped her chin, a sly grin spreading. "Maybe we should try that again next time."
Before anyone could respond, Mathilda's voice shifted to a sultry moan, loud enough to echo through the chamber. "Aaahn~ Tyler… don't touch me there~"
Her tone was shamelessly provocative, and the nearby maids froze, their faces flushing a vivid crimson. One clutched her apron, eyes wide, while another fanned herself furiously.
Tyler's eyebrows twitched.
"Hmmm… no reaction—Ouch!" Mathilda yelped as he delivered a light smack to the back of her head, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.
