We were both still looking toward the door when it suddenly clicked open.
Emilia's eyes widened in panic beneath me. My heart slammed in my chest as I thought it might be Aria.
For a split second I was terrified, but then I remembered Aria was supposed to meet us at the jacuzzi. I couldn't think of who else it could be.
Then two maids walked into the bedroom one after another, chatting casually with each other as if it was just another normal routine.
The first maid was a tall, elegant woman in her early forties with her hair tied in a neat bun. She had a mature, voluptuous figure, wide hips and a full, heavy bust that strained against her crisp black-and-white uniform.
Right behind her followed a younger maid. She had a softer, plumper body with juicy curves, round cheeks, and an innocent, almost shy expression on her pretty face.
