Luvia strode through the halls while completely invisible, her figure discreetly following the passages and hallways leading to Luka's room.
'That damn playboy!'
Her heart pounded after what she saw the night before, a sense of betrayal and bitterness growing within her chest as she clenched her fists.
'Calm down... It's alright... I was first...'
She tried to adjust her thinking as she wrapped around a maid.
The poor maid squealed, dropping several sheets the moment Luvia's hands pressed against her hips and squeezed her buttocks slightly.
'A little too big, but quite soft.'
Ever since she came to Amol and lost to Luka in that stupid attempt to take his life, nothing had gone according to plan for Luvia. She strutted further along the hallway before glancing out the window, able to see him still fighting and training with the knights.
"I can't be like Vaun or that old man..."
