"What did you say?"
Herbert, however, remained unchanged in tone, seemingly not understanding, and continued: "Anyway, there's no outsider here, so just take it off."
???
Ophidia frowned angrily and said, "Take off my clothes? Herbert, what do you take me for?"
"Do you still respect me?"
Also, what is our relationship? You ask me to undress?
"Hmm? What respect?"
Herbert seemed to finally notice Ophidia's unusual tone, turned back in confusion, blinked his eyes innocently, and said, "What are you talking about? I just asked you to take off your jacket?"
Jacket?
Ophidia immediately sensed something was off, her instincts sharp, feeling that Herbert had dug a big hole for her.
Not good!
And since the prey had already fallen into the trap, Herbert certainly wouldn't give her the chance to escape at this time.
Herbert stood at the front, gesturing up and down at Ophidia, puckering his lips: "Look at you now, do you look like someone out on a tour?"
