She gestured weakly toward the curvier, innocent-looking younger maid who was still frozen in place, cheeks burning crimson.
I turned my head slightly and looked at the young maid with a hungry gaze before replying.
"Oh… is that so?" I asked, my tone low and dangerous.
The older maid, still clutching the towels tightly in her hands, cleared her throat nervously and spoke up in a quiet voice:
"Lady Emilia… Amira turned 18 two days ago. You forgot… she even brought you a piece of cake that evening."
The moment the older maid said that, the younger maid, Amira, blushed even harder, her plump cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed, but couldn't stop stealing glances at my naked body and Emilia's exposed form.
"Oh yeah, Nadia… I completely forgot. I'm so sorry, Amira," Emilia said, her voice breathy and embarrassed as she tried to maintain some composure while lying naked underneath me.
