Gloria crossed her arms under her breasts, giving him a pointed, narrow look. Felicia shook her head slowly. Delya's eyes were fixed on the table, her dreamy smile never fading as she stared at the body pillows. Mimi tilted her head, one finger resting on her lips, her tail swaying in lazy curiosity.
Gracelle stayed silent, her cheeks still flushed. Celine simply glanced at Javier with a curious expression.
Javier blinked, looking around at all of them with genuine confusion.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Gloria nudged her glasses up, her voice calm and direct. "Young Master. I asked if you have a skill like Delya's clone technique. You said yes. So... where is it? These pictures and pillows are lovely, but they're not what we asked to see."
Felicia nodded in agreement, her tail curling slightly. "Yes, Husband. I'm also interested in seeing your clone technique. It sounds... intriguing."
