"Princess Astrid, would you mind stepping aside for a moment?"
Standing upright, palms pressed against the white skirt fabric, Monica tilted her neck upward, exposing a large portion of smooth, snow-white skin. Her plump, round shoulders, no longer covered by clothing, standing bare in the air.
Even as she spoke, Monica didn't pause her actions. Under Astrid's gaze, she continued changing clothes. Her long lashes shadowed her amber-gold eyes, and her lips parted slightly with each movement, adding an indescribable allure to her already exquisite features.
"Step aside?" Astrid watched Monica's hands moving across her body, her tone calm.
"Is it possible, Miss Monica..."
"...that this is the Third Princess's private dressing room? Part of my personal territory."
Although the two had reached a basic understanding in broad terms, Astrid had no intention of fully trusting Monica.
