"Prince, what is your talent?" Mira tilted her head, curiously asking.
Lathel smiled and replied: "If you want to know, then tonight I will let you know."
Mira blushed, pouted and said: "The Prince is really naughty, then tonight I and Sister Selvia will try to defeat you."
"Hahaha... I hope you can do it." Lathel smiled, stroking Mira's head like a little cat.
Suddenly, when Mira lowered her head, seeing something, her face that was already red now became even redder.
Lathel stammered: "Sorry, earlier I kissed you a bit too much, so..."
"No! No! I understand..." Mira hurriedly said: "Prince, this is not good, let me help you."
"But..." He shook his head and said: "Alright, you are practicing, I cannot disturb you."
"Prince..." Mira hurriedly spoke up, her face flushed red, her eyes watery full of charm: "Let me help you, just a little, okay?"
As she spoke, she leaned her soft and plump body against Lathel's, her hand gently reaching down below, touching that thing.
