Sitting with Benoit Durant and discussing what they had seen were fellow actors; Josephine, among them, had her gaze stuck to Averie.
He was busy filling Hyerin's ear with how full of saliva his mouth was because of the sponge padding.
The squishy sound of the soaking sponge that he imitated had the girl quivering in disgust.
By his own admission, it was a wonder how he had managed to keep the saliva pooling in his mouth from spilling out.
Through all that talk, Hyerin noticed something.
Her friend wasn't as full of retorts and curses as before. It was a good thing, but she wondered how much of it was because of The Lady.
Margaux Delcour, who followed Josephine's gaze, felt like she had witnessed something beyond acting.
'How has he done that at such a young age?'
The man had spent half a decade in Hell—gambling and improving his performances. In total, he had more than ninety years of experience.
