After fucking the idols, I returned to the balcony, the perfect vantage point to oversee the entire venue. Just ahead, the stage stood illuminated, waiting for the idols to perform under its bright lights. I took a slow sip of the tea Amon had meticulously prepared. The warmth slid down my throat, a contrast to the cool evening air. She stood silently behind me, her presence calm yet dutiful, embodying the role of a perfect maid. I told her to sit, to relax and enjoy the show that was about to unfold, but she insisted that a maid like her shouldn't sit. So, she remained standing, ever obedient.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Among the sea of eager faces turned toward the stage, one person stood out. They weren't watching the stage like everyone else. No, their eyes were locked on me. A deliberate, unwavering gaze aimed straight at the balcony.
