Elara and Lyssa lowered their heads in unison, a gesture of submission far deeper than any they had made before.
"Yes, sir," they murmured together, their voices hoarse.
Even in that state… there was still elegance.
The two then bowed slightly before Victor, a gesture deeper than any they had made before.
"Thank you, sir… for your generosity," said Lyssa, her voice lower now, but firm.
Elara nodded beside her, adding in an equally controlled tone:
"It was… an honor to serve you."
Victor, now more relaxed, merely observed for a second, with that slight, corner-of-the-mouth smile that seemed to appear whenever something amused him more than it should.
The two then resumed a more functional posture.
"Before we go, your clothes, they were left in the closet, to the left of the bed," informed Elara, making a small gesture with her hand in the indicated direction. "The appropriate clothes for the meeting with Mrs. Rakshasa."
