Armstrong made himself presentable enough to prevent putting himself in a shameful light for whoever may walk in through those doors.
"You can enter" Armstrong replied.
Once Armstrong permitted entry, a mature woman wearing, from the look of it, a costume-made maid uniform entered the room with elegant steps.
"Good morning, Mr. Armstrong, I hope you have slept well"
The brown-haired maid pinched the sides of her pleated skirt and curtsied in an elegant fashion. Her movement and gesture displayed grace and a sort of artistic perfection in every minute detail, indicating her expertise and devotion to her job as head maid.
She appeared to be in her early twenties and looking at her face it was clear that she didn't wear any form of makeup, yet her slightly tamed face held no blemishes and displayed a show with graceful appearance along with sharp features that perfectly showcased the mature charm emanating from the winsome existence.
At first glance, one would be surprised that she was no different from any other woman except for the little horn she had on her head, sensationally beautiful yes, but no different than any other human being.
At least, his opinion would remain the same until he tore his lustful gazes away from her magnificent beautiful breasts, which seemed as heavy and round as a ball, and focused on her others 'extraordinary' facial features and characteristics instead.
Dressed in a peculiar costume-made maid outfit with black patches plastering aesthetically all over the black and white dress and a layered pleated mini skirt that did nothing to hide her meaty thighs tightly emphasizing them further, all of her attire just gave a precious seductive charm akin to a seductress.
Her maid uniform was not exactly decorative or revealing, but her entire body gave off a mature sex appeal thanks to the weighty breast being partially visible because of the wide open chest area of the dress, tightly and the plump fleshy things revealed between her skirt and her white colored knee length socks.
The lady standing before Armstrong, her Mom also served Armstrong's Dad a few years ago. She took care of the old Armstrong, in a way she was like a mother to him, and indeed he missed her service.
"Mr. Armstrong your sleepy look is so good, perhaps I just wanted to take a look to see how you are feeling"
Armstrong was no longer feeling pain except from the headache so he simply put on a smile, an extremely charming one, hearing the teasing words.
The head maid, seeing that her antics were utterly useless pouted a little in defeat before whining like a spoiled child, putting up an act that drew a contrast with her mature appearance yet was cute nonetheless.
"*Boo-yaa* you have become so less cute since a few days ago, I miss your blushing and flustered look, *sigh* anyway Your aunty wants to see you, she said I should assist you in walking down from the stairs"
'I wonder what brought the sudden call' With that thought in mind Armstrong dressed himself consisting of dark night wear, with white dots on it and black shoes.
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[Lowest floor]
"The summon is for you to search for a fiancee, according to your father's will, you must get married to inherit his property" his aunt said while Armstrong walked to the table.
"Fiancee" Armstrong couldn't help but smile inside.
Prexy, a woman who is utterly attractive and incredibly alluringly, downright bewitching even, that she could only admit that she was very beautiful.
Prexy was a kind of woman with a body that could make men sin. She wore a long dark one-piece dress, with such a low cut and her soft beautiful breasts seemed ready to spill out at any given moment.
Prexy was a creature of sins and lust that was the very Personification of allure and desire, a perfect representative of the kingdom of lust.
As revealing as her dress was, it also showcased another side of her, a side that would almost make the seductive display of her seem like a wonderful wolven lie made to mark the reality of her being.
Be it her beautiful slender yet well-toned, slightly muscular, arms or the incredibly alluringly, and yet again well-tuned legs they were married with cuts and faint scars of different sizes and shapes spanning all over her body and more hidden by her skimpy dress.
This did nothing to diminish her incredible charm and seductiveness and in some cases further enhanced it.
She was a Legendary warrior and a competent leady, but more than anything she was an incredible person who earned everything in her life through her own convictions and actions, a person who took control of her own pitiful destiny and changed it to what it is currently shaped to be.
"You did not seem very interested. What might be your problem? If there is something on your mind share it with me am willing to listen"
"I was just thinking that this was quite sudden. Moreover Sharon is my fiancee, ohh am sorry I don't have a fiancee and I don't think I'm ready for that now" Armstrong muttered.
"Sharon?, who's Sharon, I have a suggestio".
Prexy tapped the table with her slender fingers, to draw his attention more.
"I decided that, rather than rushing towards finding a fiancee for you, you should first develop more experience on these matters. What do you think?"
"Do you mean that you wish for me to become some kind of playboy?" Armstrong muttured smiling.
She gave a warm smile in response to his question.
"Not exactly, but something close"
"Let's, see how things work out, I will definitely bring feedback".
"Finally let me give you some advice before you take your leave"
A gentle enchanting smile bloomed on her previous stoic and tired face, a very rare display for someone like her as she spoke.
"You can do whatever you want, with whoever you want. Just, never forget your father's will, his friends are after you, and that's all I ask for you, my dear son".