Clara straightened her mini skirt, wiping her wet fingers behind her, the glistening evidence of her arousal hidden as she forced an awkward, tense smile. "Hehe, what are you doing here, Lily?" she asked, her voice shaky, her eyes darting to the side as she spotted the other maid leaning against the wall, arms folded, a smirk playing on her lips.
Lily's dark hair was pulled back, her uniform as crisp as Clara's, but her posture was relaxed, her eyes glinting with amusement in the dim light.
Lily pushed off the wall, her shoes tapping softly on the hardwood as she stepped closer, her smirk widening. "Nothing much," she said, her voice teasing, her eyes locking onto Clara's flushed face. "Just watching my poor single colleague fingering her pussy, getting all worked up over the man fucking the mistress of the mansion." Her tone was playful but sharp, her words cutting through the quiet hallway like a blade.
