I padded out of the room, the door creaking on its hinges, and stepped into the main area of the penthouse. To my left, the dining table was already partially set. Minne was in the kitchen, her back to me, carefully slicing into a loaf of freshly baked olive bread.
I walked up behind her, the soft fabric of her maid outfit rustling as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I rested my chin on her shoulder, watching her cut the bread with the knife. She glanced back, a soft, genuine smile lighting up her face.
"Morning," I whispered.
"Morning, Master," she chirped. "I didn't want to wake you because…"
"I know," I interrupted, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck.
Even though I felt like a zombie moments ago, my cock was already heavy and pulsing against the fabric of my pants, pressing right into the curve of Minne's ass. My Libido stat was doing God's work, accelerating my recovery. I definitely needed to dump more points into that.
