It didn't take long before he suddenly straightened his back as a young maid walked toward him. She had a face he had seen before, but something about her instantly made him lower his head with respect.
Before hurriedly raising it back, making sure to appear normal and that nothing was out of play.
The maid blushed furiously, so much so that to an outsider it would have looked like a lover's meeting and nothing more. She scooted closer and whispered in his ear.
"It's time!" she whispered, her cheeks burning red.
Clay slowly nodded his head to show that he understood what she was trying to convey. He turned around to open the door to his room, where he beckoned with his hands to Vivian, who instantly moved.
A slightly glazed expression held in her eyes, as though she worshipped the feet Clay walked on, even as she stepped closer to him. He leaned toward her and whispered softly in her ear.
