Lady Eleanor leaned weakly against the doorframe, her bare shoulders still glistening, barely covered by a towel. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breaths, yet her face was radiant, a flush of contentment spreading across her cheeks. She turned to her three maids, who were standing awkwardly nearby, their gazes fixed anywhere but directly at her.
The slapping sound from the room behind her was still faintly audible, making the trio's discomfort all the more palpable. Mira coughed lightly, pretending not to hear, while Helena and Alina exchanged embarrassed glances, their faces turning a deeper shade of red.
