Erina clapped her hands once more, drawing everyone's attention with a mischievous smile.
"Sir Aiden," she purred, "for your ease and comfort, I have assigned a personal maid just for you."
Aiden raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "A personal maid?"
From her seat on the couch, Violet Viola immediately complained with an arrogant pout, crossing her arms under her massive breasts.
"You never gave any of us a maid!"
Valentina Sinclair smirked toward her, crossing her arms and pushing her own enormous latex-clad tits up even higher.
"Well… deal with it, kid."
Aiden chuckled and asked, "Where is this maid?"
Erina's smile widened. "Look behind you."
Aiden turned, slightly confused because he hadn't sensed anyone there. But the moment he did, a beautiful silver-haired girl was already standing right behind him, bowing deeply with perfect grace.
"I am at your service, My Eminence," she said softly, voice gentle yet filled with quiet devotion.
