[Marimo Pov]
Tonight, Marimo was going to spend the night with her beloved master.
Since the moment they met, her eyes have always found themselves moving towards his figure, remembering the mistake she made. His seeing her naked so many times in the beginning caused her great shame, but deep inside she felt joy.
Because that moment made her something unique in his eyes—the black-furred frost hare who walked around half naked and would go above and beyond for him.
"Now then, Marimo, how do you want to look for him?"
Guinevere stood behind her, holding a small box that carried various makeup products.
She originally hated Lancelot having other women, but the nights where she was alone and he kept going until she was half dead were too much.
"Maybe mature, like a mother or adult woman?"
She felt excitement building in her chest as the box opened with the faint scent of fruits and powder.
"...."