The footsteps on the carpet in the corridor became slow and faint.
But Roy still heard them.
It was not the time for members of the drama club to come over, nor the Knight Order. Verona had arranged places for everyone to take a break and change outfits, so no one would deliberately come to disturb the exhausted Roy.
Therefore, the person coming to the backstage to find her now was either the late Rocky or... Theodore.
Roy leaned against the wall, one hand still gripping Lawrence's hair. The young man's inexperienced organ thrust inside her, occasionally hitting her with muffled groans, arousing a strange and exciting itch in her heart.
If... if the person coming was Theodore, the scene should become quite lively, right?
She took a step towards the door.
