Both Maridawn and Madame Ping stare at the young male alpha with dubious looks. Dimitri's smile doesn't falter as his shocking blue eyes look back at the two women, observing their every move.
Madame Ping is the first to speak.
"Young Master, you should be aware that an alpha's touch will arouse an omega."
Behind her, Maridawn glares at the taboo word yet doesn't refute it.
"Well, with Miss Silverfang's consent, I will try my best not to rouse her with my fingers or her instincts will run." He continues to observe her and this time her glare goes directly to him. He is hoping that it will lure her to do it.
"And if I aroused her, I will do my duty as an attendant to…" his smile grows wider. "....to attend to her needs, of course."
"Stop treating me as such, Dimitri. You know that I'm nothing but an alpha." She continues to glare yet into Dimitri's eyes, all he can see is a pouty goddess demanding whatever she wants.
"So, given that this is just a placebo effect and we can be done with it. Also, since you're an 'alpha' and you won't be in natural heat from my touches, no harm done if we at least try right?"
Maridawn's cheeks redden. Probably from humiliation or embarrassment? Dimitri wouldn't know yet he is waiting for his mistress omega to take the bait.
"I won't let any man touch me without the intention of bedding me, so I would rather if you are done with it as soon as possible, Madame Ping," she says, finally conceding to the first phase.
Dimitri could do the victory dance right here and now but he knows his place on this palace grounds. A small achievement like that is only meant to be celebrated in secret as they say.
Madame Ping eyes both of them before she turns her back to prepare for the small basin and a boiling kettle behind them.
"While I prepare for the ointment, you need to remove your clothes."
Maridawn is ready to refute but she stops herself, her cheeks now turn a darker shade of red and she glances at Dimitri.
Dimitri catches it on as he smiles. "I will take my leave here, Miss Silverfang. If you need anything, please ask any of the maids."
'She's shy, that's also a good trait in an omega.' He grins but before he turns his heel to leave and not to mention, since Madame Ping is busy with the preparation, he walks closer to Maridawn and whispers in her ear.
"No need to be shy when around me, Miss Silverfang. It will be a normal occurrence for me to see you naked from time to time."
Maridawn just glares at him.
Perhaps teasing is a part of his trait and after what she said yesterday, Dimitri starts acting around his age: he is definitely child-like by nature
She rolls her eyes, giving a daunting look. She shouldn't show that she's easily swooned by his charm. He is the younger one, after all.
"Perhaps that's all you can do as the alpha attendant. To view without touching the product, don't you think so?" She challenges him and it only makes Dimitri grin with his perfectly white teeth.
Even with that huge grin, he looks devilishly handsome, Maridawn notes.
"I never once see you as a product. Just like you with my family, I admire the Silverfang family for their pride."
Again, she wonders if these alpha attendants are normally like this. Or perhaps that's who Dimitri is.
There is a slight cough that interrupts their small talk and they both unanimously turn to see Madam Ping. And one glance can tell anyone the impatience clearly plastered on her face.
"Enough with your coquetries and please, undress before we start, Miss Silverfang."
They both glance at each before he grins then turns to bow to both of the women. "Now, excuse me, Madam Ping, Miss Silverfang. I must go."
As soon as he goes out, he sees the three maids leaning close to the door as they unanimously gasp, completely catching them off-guard of their eavesdropping.
The two topple over the one below as they all fall down. The other two quickly regain the use of their feet, standing up and scurrying away from Dimitri. That leaves Dimitri and the young maid on the floor.
"F-Forgive us, Mr. Dimitri," she wails, on hands and knees, most likely begging for her life. "We d-didn't mean to listen to the conversation of Miss Maridawn!"
"It's fine, don't worry," he says as he kneels down. "Please stand up. You and I are still servants of Miss Silverfang and the king. I feel weird seeing someone begging for their lives."
She slowly perks up, eyes peeking curiously. "Y-you won't send me t-to the k-ki-king, right?"
"Nonsense!" He says as he pats her head. "Such trivial things aren't worth punishing, really."
She expresses her sigh of relief. Dimitri slowly stands up and offers his hand to stand up.
She blushes before she accepts it. "T-Thanks, Mr. Dimitri."
"What made you think we would bring you to the king, miss—?"
"Caroline."
"Caroline," he says, giving a mental note about her name.
She looks down. "W-Well, I've heard this from the other maids in another pavilion. And some m-maids are being executed by the king whenever his favorite c-concubine complains about the smallest mistakes."
"Miss Silverfang isn't the type to do such things," Dimitri says, defensively. In reality, he doesn't know Maridawn too well if she could do that stunt.
But if it means to end such baseless rumors spreading to the whole palace, then he should just say as he pleases.
He needs to end any mere gossip from the maids and even if they are slight complaints.
All for the sake of getting a slight chance for the king to notice Maridawn Silverfang.
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Now that he left, Maridawn feels more relaxed as she takes off her dress. She is now in her undergarments. Her breasts are covered with teat tapes since she always hated wearing brassieres. But what embarrasses her the most as she comes unprepared is the fact that she's wearing cat-printed boxers that would put her own family to shame for wearing one.
She makes sure that Dimitri doesn't open her suitcase because it is filled with the most comfortable undergarments. After all, you can freely relax with it instead of the underwear most women use.
Madam Ping doesn't comment about it. Rather, she seems unfazed. "I want you to remove all of it."
She's hoping that she would cut her some slack by just her undergarments. She frowns as she removes the remaining clothing garments she has left.
Once fully naked, Madame Ping walks towards her. She gazes at her body, carefully, walking slowly around her as Maridawn just stands there.
"Indeed, you have the body that any man would desire."
Maridawn tries not to respond with a knowing smirk. It isn't a surprise for her.
"But the king might not desire you. Your intimidation doesn't appease him even the slightest."
At that, she frowns. Even if she isn't an omega, she knows that men would lust for this body of hers. If the king doesn't then something is definitely wrong with him.
'Pardon for my insults, your majesty…whoever you are,' was her thought as she rolled her eyes.
"Now, lie down on the table and spread your legs."
Ugh, this is humiliating, Maridawn groans and does as she wishes.