Rakshasa did not need to ask what was happening.
Her eyes slowly moved down Victor's body, passed over Lyssa and Elara's flushed expressions, and stopped exactly where his hands disappeared beneath the two maids' skirts.
For several seconds, no one moved.
Then a smile appeared on Rakshasa's face, so calm and yet so demonic that both subordinates went rigid at once.
"Victor," she said softly. "Take your hands out of my maids' panties."
Her voice did not rise by even a single tone, but Victor understood perfectly well that this was an order he probably should not turn into a provocation.
He slowly withdrew his hands, revealing fingers still wet, while Lyssa and Elara looked as though they were trying to figure out the best escape route in case Rakshasa decided to kill them.
Victor looked at the two.
"Since you started the problem, clean them."
Lyssa widened her eyes, but understood before Elara did.
