Arad tried the tea that the elves brought them, and as expected, it was one of the best he had tasted in his life, far better than anything in the empire. Isdis seemed to think the same as well. She was staring at her cup with a stern face, probably thinking of how to import it back home.
The others were enjoying their drink as well, and... the elf maids under the tables were also enjoying themselves... It's been over ten minutes, and they still vulgarly slurped on his toes as if their lives depended on it. The other elvish maids standing in the room were all blushing, and Arad could see clear black spots forming on their behind...
Cerilla smiled, looked at Arad's face for a second, and then peeked under the table. Those two maids were really busy, as if they had gone crazy. She then looked at the other maids standing in the room. "You all want to suck his toes... right?"
