"Very well," Prince said, shaking his head. "I will choose my selection wisely then. If Sir Stockholm is okay with that."
"Absolutely," Stockholm replied, taking a puff of his pipe. "Please, enjoy to your highest possible level of satisfaction."
Back in the ballroom, Alicia stood speaking with Nightingale, her posture graceful yet guarded.
"Oops!"
A maid with thick, luscious legs and long blonde hair accidentally bumped into Alicia. Though no harm had been done, the maid looked at Alicia with an expression that suggested familiarity, as though she had seen her somewhere before.
"Do not worry yourself, young lady," Alicia said, offering a kind smile as she gently patted the maid's shoulder. "Continue on!"
The maid gave Alicia a strange smile in return—a smile that hinted at something beneath the surface, something Alicia couldn't quite place. There was an air of mystery to the encounter, and though Alicia brushed it off, a faint unease lingered in her mind.
