Louise moved with a sense of urgency, quickly dressing in Adrian's clothes. The borrowed attire, a makeshift attempt to regain a semblance of normalcy, felt both familiar and foreign against her skin.
As she settled into the room, Aria and her maid had already claimed the couch. With no other option, Aria reluctantly took a seat parallel to them.
As Louise situated herself, she couldn't help but cast another glance at the maid standing behind Aria. Shock painted her features anew at the maid's breathtaking beauty – black hair cascading gracefully and golden eyes that held an otherworldly allure.
Her presence exuded an air of perfection, accentuated by the thick maid uniform that hinted at concealed assets.
The contrast between Aria's seductive yet graceful appearance and the maid's ethereal beauty seemed to fit seamlessly into the picture of a master and servant.