But in reality, it was all part of his plan. He was the mastermind who had encouraged the Treasury Minister to embezzle royal funds, assuring him of his support.
Now, the Treasury Minister's wife stood exposed, her light tan skin and brown areola visible to all. The Masked Man's eyes widened; his gaze fixed on her smooth skin.
As she continued to strip, the tension in the room escalated. The Prime Minister's face turned beet red, his eyes fixed on the floor. He seemed to be struggling with his own emotions, his jaw clenched in a mixture of anger and frustration. But it was all a facade, a mask he wore to conceal his true desires.
The Masked Man, on the other hand, appeared to be enjoying the spectacle. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his smile twisted and sinister. He seemed to be savouring the power he held over the Treasury Minister and his wife.
