The person outside seemed to be hesitating; one moment she raised her hand, wanting to knock, the next she put it down and paced back and forth, utterly torn.
The light footsteps went back and forth five times, and just as the visitor was about to raise her hand to knock again—
The door opened on its own.
"Who's there?!" Ollica, clothes in disarray and face still flushed with pleasure, appeared at the bedroom door with a pair of daggers engraved with branch-and-flower patterns in her hands. The Dark Elf Maid was wearing a long wine‑red velvet nightgown; the buttons at her chest weren't even fastened, exposing the tender wheat‑colored skin beneath and her proud curves, along with a little "happiness" pendant swinging back and forth. "I will never allow you to approach my master!"
