As Simon stared at the window beside him with a pondering expression, one of the waitresses brought his food to him.
Clang
"Here you go. Two large portions of a demon bull."
Simon glanced at the food before glancing at the waitress.
The waitress wore no mask, and Simon was not certain if she was a Whisperer or a slave like him.
Initiates, Shadow Blades, and Grave Lords were not given menial tasks like being a waiter or a cleaner.
'Apparently, recognizing if one is a Whisperer is even more difficult than recognizing if one is a Shadow Blade or a Veilmaster outside the clan.'
Simon's eyes moved to the bosom of the waitress which was nearly fully exposed to any who wanted to see.
Her gown only covered the lower part of her breasts and half of her nipples along with it.
And as for her ass?
It was the same.
Quarter of it was covered by her gown, and once the waitress bent over slightly, one could see her private part as long as they stood behind her.
