Lyra was stunned for a long time until the maid came out of the bathroom and respectfully said to her, "Madam, the hot water is ready for you."
"Thank you," she replied.
"You don't have to thank me, Madam. It's my duty," said the maid.
The maid then went to the wardrobe and brought out a rack, "Madam, which set of pajamas would you like to wear?"
Lyra's gaze fell on the beautiful row of pajamas, all very conservative, two-piece sets, or three-piece sets...
As she looked at them, she suddenly grinned and hesitated, her eyes lingering on the row of pajamas.
The maid caught on to her reaction, "Madam, do you not like these pajamas?"
Lyra didn't nod or shake her head, her expression somewhat... conflicted, or one could say, hesitant.
The maid said, "If Madam doesn't like any of these, I can prepare another set immediately."
Just as the maid was about to push the rack away, Lyra stopped her, "Wait."
The maid looked at her and said, "Please give your order, Madam."
