The young maid clearly knew how to use her body well.
And right now, she was adjusting her clothes again, pulling the neckline lower, tilting the skirt just slightly higher, clearly trying to look even sluttier than before.
The man walked up beside her, smirking.
"Honestly, I get it. I understand why the Ninth Vein chose you. Even I would've done the same." He whistled low, clearly impressed.
"You're so fine, damn. Why don't you tell me your name, huh? I'm Unoa."
The woman didn't respond. She smiled slightly at her reflection in the mirror, satisfied.
'This should be enough to seduce him,' she thought.
Malakai might look terrifying, but at the end of the day, men were men, slaves to their urges. And Malakai was just a fourteen-year-old boy. Curious and with raging hormones.
'He doesn't stand a chance.'
She blew a kiss at her reflection and turned, walking toward the door.
Seeing that she had no intention of replying, Unoa frowned. "Hmm, I didn't think the third pu-"
