The next morning, Adrian groaned as he heard a knock on the door, his body still heavy with the remnants of sleep and the exhausting yet satisfying activities of the night before. He grumbled, turning over in the bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest.
But the knock came again, louder this time, and he groaned in frustration.
"Who is it?" he called out, his voice thick with sleep.
The door swung open, and in came three young women, all dressed in the standard maid's clothing, their heads bowed respectfully as they entered.
"Good morning, Lord Adrian." he heard, but he barely responded.
As they stepped further into the room, they suddenly gasped, their cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Adrian, confused by their reaction, slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at them.
As soon as he did, the maids quickly averted their eyes, their blushes deepening as they kept their heads lowered, clearly flustered by something.
