As I soak in the bathtub, I hear Lylah pacing back and forth in the room. Once clean, I step out and open the bathroom door in my full glory. Lylah comes to a halt. I casually put the towel over my head and dry my long wet hair.

　　‘Damn you, Lord Talon! Do you have no shame!?’ Lylah yells.

　　I remove the towel, look down at myself, and then back at Lylah, whose cheeks are now the rosiest red from blushing.

　　‘Clearly, Lylah, I have nothing to be ashamed of,’ I smile mischievously at her.

　　‘You!’ she says and abruptly turns, opens my antique wardrobe and rummages through my...