The preparation before a public event for an empress and an emperor was different. While a man also needed to groom, for a woman it was triple the effort. From the body, the skin, the hair, the makeup, the dress, the accessory, and even the perfume to wear.
All perfect, all meticulous.
Here, Sebastian sat on a sofa inside the main room, playing with the kittens on his lap. He glanced toward Isla once in a while as she was helped into her attire.
He sighed.
"I want to fuck your mom..." the man whispered to the kittens.
Meow?
Myaa!
"Exactly. She looks mouthwateringly scrumptious," Sebastian said expressionlessly. Sitting in his imperial attire, complete with all accessories, even white gloves, he muttered, "Should I cancel the banquet and just... fuck?"
"Stop saying weird things to them. I'm done," Isla said with arms akimbo beside him. "Let's put them in their collars and get going."
