Villy's small hands tightened on the steering wheel as she guided the black car into the wide garage of Vanessa's mansion.
The sleek vehicle purred to a halt, its headlights flickering off as the engine quieted. The dwarf woman exhaled softly, straightening her posture in the driver's seat.
This wasn't the first time she had come here.
In fact, she had made the trip countless times, ferrying her Mistress back and forth after long meetings, after stressful guild raids, or simply on days when Vanessa was too tired to even lift a finger.
Villy knew the house's layout almost better than her own quarters — every polished hallway, every creaky stair step.
Still, she hesitated a moment before unbuckling.
'Lady Emilia must be inside,' she thought grimly, bracing herself as though preparing for battle.
If Villy had to describe the woman in a single word, it would be lazy.
Lazy to the point of artistry. And she was obsessed — absurdly obsessed with breasts.
