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Banquet 5

Beatrice wasn't sure about anything at all.

How she slipped, how she fell in the tub that was now filled with water and how the Lord was in it with her.

Her eyes widened at their position and she gasped.

"Milord?"

"Hmm, it seems Little Beatle wanted me to join her in the bath."

"Ha, Milord. I would never want that besides you fell as well, how is that my fault?" She asked.

"Words and actions are two different things." The Lord said to have Beatrice huffed.

Beatrice straightened her dress and tried getting out of the tub but was pulled back.

"Milord?"

"Hmm."

Her eyes widened, seeing that her hair had gotten tangled with the Lord's button.

This was not going as she had thought it would go.

Beatrice didn't like the way, her body tingled, the sensation that ran in and out of her body as her body touched the Lord's in the bath.

"Be gentle, less you cut your hair, Beatrice." The Lord said, and she nodded, fidgeting with the button and her hair.

"Ha, it came off." She sighed, as she removed
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