It took half a minute before Lyra finally grasped the hidden meaning behind Amalia's words. After unconsciously imagining an intimate scene, Lyra's cheeks instantly flushed red. Her two white-stockinged feet, crossed and touching at the bedside, gently rubbed against each other's smooth tips. The semi-transparent thigh-highs she faintly revealed her delicate, cute toes, neatly arranged like precious jade.
If they spent Sunday together... just the two of them and Astrid...
Recalling the private welcome banquet held in Losterling City for the Empire's Empress, where she and Amalia had been competing under the table, nearly forcing Astrid's legs apart to claim the seats on either side, Lyra pursed her lips, her ears burning hot.
If things really turned out as Amalia suggested, it would be too scandalous.
That kind of thing... absolutely couldn't happen...
