After Erik stood up and left, Nobuntu's eyes followed him attentively, her brow furrowed, and her thoughts unknown.
Erik, meanwhile, walked with his hands behind his back and a small smile on his lips. His eyes glanced across the people around him. It was an interesting feeling, knowing that everyone's attention was on him even if they weren't looking his way.
Still, his thoughts were elsewhere. 'I doubt I'll keep her bonded as a servant forever, or marry her, but I'm looking forward to having some fun with her,' he chuckled lustfully to himself. 'The idea of making a high-strung, domineering woman like that purr in bed is… appealing.'
He was pulled from his thoughts when he encountered Kudzai. The young man's eyes were wide, and a deep blush had settled on his cheeks as he rushed out of a side door to the hall, nearly bumping into Erik. The latter immediately noticed the former's dishevelled clothes.
"Ah!" he muttered, startled, when he noticed Erik. "S— Sorry!"
