Charlotte's POV
My father and I were being guided by a woman in a maid uniform, her movements incredibly graceful, almost surreal. She glided across the floor with such elegance that it was hard to believe she was just a maid. Her figure was stunning, with curves that drew the eye, and her face was extraordinarily beautiful. Even as a woman, I couldn't help but feel an attraction to her. It was clear that she was more than she appeared to be.
My father seemed to share my feelings, his gaze fixed on her butt. It was embarrassing to see him staring so openly. He must have reached his limit because he reached out to touch her. My father was a perverted noble, so I wasn't surprised, but couldn't he be a bit more discreet?
"That's not something you're supposed to touch," the maid said, sternly. "Nor the products here. If you continue to behave this way, I can cancel our arrangement and kick you out of Leonamon."
