After they went into seclusion, Futa, the head steward sent someone to check on them, asking if they needed anything.
He mentioned it was at the master's request, but he was immediately turned away.
"They started seclusion as soon as they entered the room?" Futa was slow to react.
He had considered many possibilities, but this wasn't one of them.
"Yes, the master said that unless they speak up, no one should disturb them," the female maid who is tasked with attending to them nodded her head.
Hearing this, Futa grew even more envious.
He understood why the master had given such instructions—if she couldn't go in, neither could anyone else.
Otherwise, given her personality, she would have already found an excuse to go in.
"I see. Has the master made any other arrangements for them?" Futa asked.
The maid hesitated.
