Liana turned back once more, her steps light, her expression gentle—yet her words sharp as a sword hidden in silk.
"Well, Princess… if we're talking about promises…"
She smiled sweetly, tucking a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear.
"Let's just say… he made promises to me and her"—Liana tilted her head slightly toward Gloria—"long before he made any to you."
She placed her hand on her waist and leaned her body forward.
Her perfect figure, flawless curves, slim waist, and elegant maid uniform that fit just right—every movement radiated feminine grace and strength.
"If it's just a kiss," she softly added, her voice like honey, "well… for us…"
She paused, mockingly resting her fingers on her lips.
"...it's just our daily routine with him."
Felicia's eyes twitched.
Gloria stepped up beside Liana, lightly brushing nonexistent dust off her skirt. Her voice was light and teasing.
"Sleeping together? Yes~"
Liana nodded calmly, "Cooking for him… feeding him…"
