Vetta was breathing hard, sweat pouring from her body. She tingled in places, and she hurts in places too. Sweet, sweet pain.

　　She laid languidly on the table and watched Lucien arrange himself.

　　You'd think they never had a mind-blowing s€x just now. He doesn't look like a man who just used her body in every dirty way possible.

　　Vetta too, might be feeling tired from the marathon, but she's very angry. She'd heard of the incident in the Royal Court.

　　"Why didn't you let her get 'introduced'?" She asked the question that's been pricking her and making her restless.

　　"She wasn't ready." He stated, going to his work chair...