Friz bowed slightly to pay his respects to the elderly maid.

"Good afternoon..."

"Oh, are you all right, ma'am? Come on and I'll heal your wound inside."

Friz smiled sparingly at the maid and carefully supported her inside.

After a few minutes the bleeding of Friz's wound stopped and new bondage replaced his wound.

"Is it over, man?"

They both turned to the source of the voice. A descending prince. That’s what Friztelle had in mind. It was already dressed in a housewife and new bath. Very handsome.

"Yes, sir Blue it's over."

"Okay, thank you. Please leave us for a while."

The maid bowed and left quickly. Blue went...