"(Now then…)"
In his dress's pocket, he knew he would find his trusty notepad and a pen. This was perfect—if he had to do something like that now, he needed her to be able to understand his requests.
He scribbled a few words and showed them to the maid.
[I will undress first.
Don't hide that beautiful face of yours. Look at me, look at my body. I will do the same when you are ready.]
"A-Ah!!!"
Reading his reply, the maid's face flushed even more. It was as if he had just lit a fire inside her eyes.
"I am… I am ready to serve Mistress Vasilisa anytime," she replied, her breathing heavy and her smile taking an unnaturally large portion of her face. "She can look at my body whenever she wishes to."
Again, Noah nodded. Slowly, he took off the maid's black dress, leaving her only in her undergarments just like him. Her breath was livelier, the mounds on her chest seemingly begging to fall into his hands.
But even in a girl's body, one had to act like a gentleman.
