The thought of Altaïr's bronze skin and those powerful, rolling muscles made her heart itch with anticipation. She suddenly lost all interest in continuing her entanglement with the Duke of Champagne and decisively pushed him away. After straightening her clothes, she felt as though she were about to unwrap a long-awaited gift, and she could hardly contain her excitement.
The Duke of Champagne slumped weakly into his chair, looking utterly miserable.
"At the very least... you should sleep with me once before going after another man. Otherwise, how am I supposed to face anyone if word gets out?"
"Alright, alright. I'll definitely sleep with you next time. Go wash yourself and wait for me in bed."
Lina answered perfunctorily, having already turned her attention elsewhere.
