Roselyn shook her head. What was she thinking? Something that mother wouldn't be proud of her.
Maybe the King put that odd device there on purpose or he didn't know what that was and forgot to throw it up? Roselyn questioned herself when she closed the drawer, and still in a shocked expression, she sat on the edge of the bed.
She let out a breath, trying to forget what she just had experienced. Her mother never talked to her about that kind of activities so the discomfort she felt was understandable.
In the other room, of the opposite part of the mansion, the one where John resided in, there was a special guest who paid him a very pleasuring visit.
It was a girl from the 'Inferno' club, the club from where he always called girls to enjoy their special company.
He was putting his shirt back on. Gazing at her, "Mr. John, do you want to make another appointment?" the girl asked as she introduced the payment in her bra slit.
