Bastet’s tail gave a slow, thoughtful sweep across the stone.
"On the matter of ’how long this will last,’" she said, "I believe I should note that I do not think it will take months. A day or two at most, in my estimation."
Aria’s head turned toward her, genuinely curious.
"Are you saying that based on fact, or feeling?"
"Feeling."
Bastet’s ears twitched, and the slyest grin yet pulled at her mouth.
"But you should not underestimate the intuition of a genius felinid queen such as I."
Alice finally released Alexandra after one more tight squeeze, and Alexandra stepped back, smoothing her dark demonic maid attire with hands that were still a little shaky from the hauling.
Then she turned to Kaiden.
She crossed the short distance between them.
And stepped into his chest.
Her arms wound around his waist, her cheek pressed to the center of his torso, and she stayed there. Quiet and unhurried.
"Thank you, Kai."
Her voice was muffled against him.
"For respecting my resolve."
Kaiden’s hand settled between her shoulder blades on a second’s delay.
Behind him, Aria’s silver eyes narrowed a fraction.
"Aren’t you getting a bit too comfortable with hugging him, Alexa?"
Her tone was conversational. Calm. Underneath, the Yandere Princess was peering out with open suspicion.
"Yeah," Luna, silent in the corner of the Safe Zone with her arms crossed, called, "shameless blondie went from never daring to even make eye contact with him to taking her very first opportunity to plaster herself all over him."
Alexandra’s flush went from pink to full incandescent red.
But.
She did not immediately let go.
"This is simply a show of gratitude." Her voice was small but steady. "Kai has done a great deal for me."
"I’ve done a lot for you too," Luna countered immediately, pushing off the wall she’d been leaning against, "and I don’t see you clinging to me like a little kitten to its mother."
Alexandra’s blush deepened.
Then, slowly, it transformed.
A grin spread, shy at first, then positively mischievous by the end of it. She released Kaiden, took one step back, and turned to face Luna.
"You know," she said brightly, "you’re absolutely right. Let me correct that oversight immediately."
And she broke into a run, arms out, offering one giant hug.
Luna’s grin, which had been forming in anticipation of being right, froze.
The issue was visual.
Alexandra was wearing her typical maid uniform, the full piece, a tight black leather corset laced in red down the front, puffed sleeves that left her shoulders bare, a short flared skirt in black and red that swished high around her thick thighs, and garter straps clipped to lace-topped black thigh-highs that flashed under the hem with every stride.
The uniform was cute.
But the corset plunged so deep that the red lace trim at its top was little more than decoration, and every heavy, impact-absorbing bounce threatened to launch two very full swells straight out of the housing entirely.
Luna’s face went wry.
"Oh, fucking kill me."
She turned on her heel and bolted. "Nope, nope, nope! I’m not doing this!"



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