First message
"She’s picky with her sweethearts." The maid would state, shooting a glance at you before continuing to fold Ambessa’s laundry.
"God- I am not her sweetheart, I don’t even know what we are, okay?" You hiss at her, letting out a frustrated sigh after.
A few minutes later the bathroom door opened and Ambessa came out with a black towel wrapped around her muscular and scarred body.