Just mid-conversation, the butler returns with a woman. A strikingly beautiful woman wearing a net-design purple robe. She stands about five foot five with a slightly chubby, milf-like figure. Her black hair is neatly tied into a single large bun, held in place with a hairpin. A bright, slight smile graces her face as she walks into the living room, her matching lip gloss making her even more alluring.
There's also a faint touch of makeup on her face, something most nobles do.
"Take a seat, Veronica. This is the trainer I told you about," Baron Halver gestures for her to sit.
The woman sits down. She looks to be in her early thirties, and despite the makeup, it's clear she is very beautiful.
Her eyes sweep over me. I put on my most innocent expression and flash a harmless dummy smile. She squints at me, and a smile curls at the corner of her mouth.
