With eyes bright, she said, "The water can fall from above like rain! And that iron box that blows cold air, this place is just amazing, Shanaela must be living better here than even the Great Elder."
Her sister 'Ailuria' sat in front of the dressing table, the mirror reflecting her honey-colored skin.
Years of training had given her smooth backlines, and the edge of the towel barely revealing the dimples of her waist.
Holding a comb in her hand, she slowly combed her hair and said, "Lord Island Master invented and improved many things, these should also be his creations."
"Now we should call him Master!" Her sister jumped on the mattress, bouncing up and down. As the towel slipped off, she stretched out her hand to cover her chest.
Then she let go and continued bouncing.
Her sister glared, "Don't say nonsense; Master is what those maids call him. We are going to become heroes eventually; calling him Sir is enough."
