"Look what they're all saying," Adrian, sitting at the dining table, rustled the newspaper in his hand. "Miracle Director keeps mum about new work, appears troubled as if things aren't going smoothly." He laughed. "They even included a photo. I was just a bit impatient, but they interpreted it as worry and concern, journalists really live up to their reputation."
"That's just what they do; otherwise, we wouldn't find them so annoying," the lady said, carrying a plate as she walked out, laying breakfast on the round table.
She wore a silver-white silk nightgown that gleamed with slickness in the bright indoor light. The deep neckline revealed pale skin stretching from her throat to her navel, with ample softness mostly exposed. The waist belt was loosely tied around her slender waist, seemingly ready to slip off at any moment. The hem was quite short, ending at the tops of her thighs, and as soon as she sat down and crossed her legs, a brief glimpse of her undergarment flashed.
