"Thump, thump, thump…"
After Ossie sporadically spilled her words, the whole room fell into a brief silence. Even Fisher, who was recording her external data, was momentarily unresponsive to what she had just said.
It wasn't until Emhardt, who had originally been watching this play from behind a desk, could not bear it any longer and began repeatedly slamming his square face against the table that Fisher snapped out of his daze.
He glanced at Ossie on the bed, who was still obediently holding her parrot Steel Blade and calmly watching Fisher with a cute look on her face—one that was beloved by Nali Gentlemen but also mixed with the assertiveness of a Lady from the Sardinia Female Country—making her air quite complicated yet endearing.
Especially when Fisher's gaze inadvertently landed on her cool shorts below her belly, he would often recall the enduring moans coming from the neighboring table that night at the restaurant; he would remember the smooth, slightly wet bird egg.
