"Maggie, what are you doing?"
An audio message plays from the phone, pressed against her pale ear. Phoenix Academy Maggie likes playing voice messages from Aozawa this way, giving her the feeling that he's leaning close, whispering softly.
The girl stands in front of the master bedroom wardrobe in the presidential suite, her golden hair wrapped in a towel, wearing a loose bathrobe, overwhelmingly white, yet not as white as her skin.
The belt is casually tied, immediately creating a sense of dimension around her chest.
The young lady's firmness is never hidden by any loose clothing.
She walks in a pair of plush slippers, completely covering her pale toes inside, indicating she's just finished a bath.
"I finished sparring with Mike, fifty-six matches, sixteen wins after that, just finished my bath to relax, will have dinner later and then handle reports related to the second round of trials."
Phoenix Academy Maggie sent a long voice message in reply.
