Inside Maeylin's room, Anastasia stood in front of the door, judging her with a fixed gaze, blocking her way out.
"What do you think you're doing?" Anastasia spoke, arms crossed, tapping her finger on her left elbow.
Maeylin, sitting on the floor, looked directly into her eyes with indifference. "What else would it be? I'm going to screw Mikahil; I need to relieve myself too." Maeylin's clothing appeared damp.
"Priestesses have greater resistance... And so does he," before Anastasia could finish, Maeylin intervened, saying, "Doesn't seem true. The first time he touched you, it didn't take three seconds, and you were already sucking him."
Maeylin shrugged, displaying an air of arrogance.
"Let me finish talking before you start talking nonsense." The furniture in the room began to tremble slightly, increasing in intensity as Anastasia's finger touched her elbow.