Chapter 61: Choking a Masochist~~

"Uhm… Lord Arthur, are… you sure about this? It .. feels weird on my body." Asorth spoke with a shy expression on her face.

She stood in the middle of the room, dressed in a maid outfit, the length, just as she predicted, barely covered her crutch.

She adjusted her skirt with a graceful sweep of her hand, the smooth fabric draping over her thighs as they gently brushed together. Her ample cleavage strained against the confines of the maid outfit, creating an alluring silhouette.

Arthur's intense gaze lingered, his hand propping up his chin as if harboring deep thoughts.

Asorth, the picture of nervous anticipation, covertly stole glances at Arthur. Her normally composed demeanor wavered as she shifted her gaze to the floor, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Her inner monologue, a soft and hesitant murmur, reflected the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.