Chapter 40 Mister Mire

• "It's a good thing I'm really, really good at what I do then." He lowered her veil then, took a small step back, and just looked at her, up and down.
• "... Mister Mire, your gaze is most unbecoming your station!" She tried to keep a straight face while faking her more uptight accent, but failed miserably. The veil hopefully hid it well enough.
• "Sorry." He leaned over the railing of the balcony, but kept his gaze on her. It was obvious he was drinking her with his gaze, and he didn't hide how much he was looking at how the dress hugged tight to her hips and ass.