The next day, riding in a luxurious carriage headed toward Charlotte's private estate, Astrid was still pondering the question Lyra had asked her the previous night, shortly after they'd shared supreme ecstasy.
Astrid's final answer, of course, was no. Although she enjoyed teasing that silly little maid, and liked provoking her with slightly excessive words or physical gestures, doing anything particularly intimate with her in Amalia's presence always felt strangely awkward.
Having the golden-haired, blue-eyed white-stockinged girl watch her every move, seeing her expressions and behaviors laid completely bare, even amplifying details that normally shouldn't be noticed,
Even if it were the reverse, with pure and adorable girlfriend Lyra observing nearby, Astrid's already hard-to-ignore sense of taboo would only intensify, though in a certain sense, that might not even be a bad thing.
