"Sensei~! Evelyn-sama's preparations are complete~!"
The clerk called out to someone in a light voice, as if she hadn't heard Evelyn's frightened cry at all. The difference in temperature between that brightness and the anxiety Evelyn was holding made a dissonant chord ring in her heart.
"U-um…?"
A voice so weak it made even herself feel pathetic leaked out. There was no reaction. Instead, a bouncing voice returned from further inside.
"Okay! I'll be right there!"
That voice was also a woman's. The way of speaking felt a bit masculine, but it was surely just her imagination.
Just a little—only a little—relief returned inside Evelyn. Both the clerk and the person who was about to massage her were women. That was important to her.
