The moment the gesture completed, the two maids moved in perfect synchronization.
Liana lunged first. She twisted Javier's wrist and flipped him over onto his stomach, one knee pressing between his shoulder blades. He struggled, but Gloria knelt beside him gracefully, sliding her hand around his ankle and bending his leg upward until it locked at an impossible angle.
Without mercy, Liana transitioned, pulling his other arm behind his back while Gloria immobilized his hips with a precise shift of weight. Their movements were practiced—elegant yet brutal.
Liana repositioned her leg to pin his neck without choking him, her body perched lightly atop him like a predator playing with its prey.
Gloria, still smiling, secured Javier's legs by wrapping them under her own and locking his calves tight.
Javier's limbs were now pinned at all angles.
"W-Wait! I was just helping the dwarven girl up! I swear!!"
The only reply was a synchronized tilt of heads from the two maids.
