THE NEXT DAY, 7:35 AM
Ping!!!
Draco heard the sound of his door alarm and walked toward the door, wondering who could be at the door so early.
Opening it, he was met with the sight of Alya, dressed in a white shirt that hugged her ample curves, a short black skirt, and black stockings.
She was a natural vixen.
Entering his dorm, she took a seat.
"Master, I thought you'd like to join the Academy competition," Alya said, revealing her purpose. She glanced at her master, who was wearing a white top with short blue jeans.
She had considered the possibility that Draco might want to join the competition, so she added his name to the participants. If he didn't want to compete, it didn't matter—it wasn't compulsory.
Even though she had told Darvis and Williams that they'd discover Draco's strength during the competition, it didn't necessarily mean he would participate. She'd only said it to avoid further questions from them.
