When Arthur entered his chambers, he found an enticing sight awaiting him. Clara and Lily were already there, seated by a small table set with dinner, entwined in each other's arms. Instead of their usual attire, they wore delicate, lacy bras and panties with invitingly high slits, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Their intimate embrace broke as he walked in, and they turned to him with matching, knowing smiles. Clara beckoned with her fingers, her voice soft and inviting. "Hungry, Master?" she purred.
