Kurt and Diana stepped out into the hallway and greeted the household maids who had been quietly waiting at a respectful distance away.
Diana, who was happily clinging tightly to Kurt's left arm, radiated such an aura post-coital bliss that two of the younger maids felt incredibly shy, quickly lowering their eyes to the floor with burning pink cheeks.
"Girls, if you wouldn't mind... our bedroom requires a comprehensive cleaning today. Please see to it."
""Right away, Ms. Valentine!""
Kurt, meanwhile, stopped just before Isabel who stood between them. He cleared his throat and drifted his eye slightly to the side. "Hey, Isabel... listen, I'm real sorry about this."
"Sorry? Sorry for what, Master Rossana?"
"Just... yeah. I'm just sorry."
