"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.

She sat next to you, leaning a little back and taking a good look at you before her gaze shot to the maid folding her laundry.

"Why so silent, my dear?" Ambessa purred, looking at you.