Several days later, Rose Iron Prison, core area exercise yard.
"I can't stand it! Don't you think it's weird?" Fille yelled at Camilla, who was sitting on a chair.
"What's wrong with you now?" Camilla leaned back on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, frowning.
"Think about it, Master Aiden hasn't inspected for so long, what on earth is he busy with?" Fille complained loudly.
"Oh, the usual spring fever," Camilla smirked, "Poor whore, it's been almost five minutes since you've been in contact with a man..."
"Hey, I'm serious! Don't you find it odd?" Fille said earnestly.
"Didn't you just help him with some business a few days ago, together with me?" Camilla yawned indifferently.
"That's one thing, but the pathetic frequency of his appearances is another. These past few weeks he's hardly ever inspected the core area, when he used to come twice a week before!" Fille said, hands on hips.
"Look at those people behind us," Camilla raised her hand, pointing behind her.
