"I don't want to have to magically wash it with water magic right when I need to wear it... That'd be such a hassle..."
A lazy, husky female voice echoed by Lyra's ear. Compared to veiled implications, Astrid's words were practically flirting outright.
Especially when Lyra recalled that little over half a month ago, during that one day when she was Astrid's personal maid, Astrid hadn't just taught her leg-to-leg techniques for relieving mental and physical stress, she'd even specifically reminded her the next day while strolling through the night market.
["If Lyra needs any special materials... to help you complete the whole process..."]
["Feel free to tell me anytime. Whatever you desire, I won't hesitate to provide it."]
Those private whispers meant only for the two of them, anyone who thought deeply about such intimate words would find themselves struggling to stay composed.
And did she really seem that unrestrained!
