"Why are you here?" Leon sat up and leaned against the headboard, his brow furrowed.
"Your Majesty," Laksha's voice was wrapped in sultriness and sweetness, her eyes shining in the dark, and her sheer nightgown faintly revealing her figure, "Your Majesty hasn't summoned me to bed, so I had to come uninvited."
"Who are you... why would I summon you to bed?" Leon tried hard to keep his eyes on Laksha's eyes, but somehow his gaze uncontrollably slid downward, as if his lower body were competing with his upper body for control.
As Laksha duck-sat on the bed, a sitting posture claimed to be the most feminine, she wrapped her arms around her chest, enhancing her already impressive assets. Leon felt the pressure increasing.
Laksha glanced at Leon, noticing his gaze keenly. She gently bit her lip and playfully said, "I know, what I'm doing is wrong, shameless, but I can't control myself..."
