"Hold your lust, bitch. It's palpable."
Yeri Anon's amethyst eyes reflecting under the cold evening's moonlight seemed to pierce through their souls, a group of three students from a different class.
"Well, well. That butler is your stepbrother, right? How should I put this...? Ah! Your little sister was beaten up to death in the alley after fighting back against some thieves! D-don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on!" The female student leading the group smiled sinisterly.
"Anaselle, do you have any idea who are you threatening right now?!" Amara interjected strongly; she was standing beside Princess Quintella who remained silent.
