Desmond examined his room thoroughly but couldn't find any appealing objects for his magic experiments. With no luck in his search, he decided to call for his maid's assistance. As was customary in Desmond's house, the maid knocked on the door and sought his permission before entering.
"Is there anything I can assist you with, young master?" the maid inquired, finding Desmond lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.
Observing the maid's bashful demeanor, Desmond recalled the recent incident when he had walked through the house shirtless, revealing his athletic physique. The maid blushed and lowered her head, her thoughts consumed by the memory.
Desmond, who had just come up with an idea, noticed the maid's flushed face and decided to draw her attention. "Ahem," he faked a cough to get her to look at him.
