Bab 197: plaything

"Yes, young mistress,"

"Add the powder my daughter had prepared,"

"It will be done, mistress,"

The servant bowed, retreating quietly before turning at the last moment and doing as bided.

Lyra felt the smile slowly spread until her pearl white teeth and lengthening incisors were shown, another eyesore and it is not long that her mate has returned.

She stood suddenly wincing from the pain but stretched perky breast standing even higher from her movement.

She thought a bit and simply decided that the servant can continue to live for now.

Would she not be a worthy plaything in the time being?

That and who was the one who asked that servant to deliver water?

Lyra relaxed from her stretch then reached for a robe, her long flowing hair was simply left as is, she can always deal with it later.

Right now Lyra needs to consider her daughter and that male who smelled strongly of her.

"That boy, is he still asleep?"