With an embarrassed look on her face, Wanda sat down at the dining table under the guidance of the maid and greeted the witches.
The gorgeous carpets are very soft, exquisite bust sculptures are placed on the table, colorful paintings and tapestries are hung on the walls, and precious porcelain and wine cabinets stand on the other side of the room. The window glass is so clean that it seems like it does not exist.
, the dark brown wooden floor is smooth and bright, and the dark red curtains and curtains are neatly tied aside. Everything is sparkling, and anyone can see that someone has put a lot of effort into maintaining it. Wanda can be sure that this is
Salomon specialized in the Baroque style.
The witches, who were only wearing thin nightgowns, were lazily leaning on the high-backed chairs beside the dining table. Their flawless white long legs were stretched out at will, their belts were tied up at will, and their necklines were all the way down, revealing their perfect figures. It was obvious.
They only wore this piece of clothing, which put a lot of pressure on Wanda, who was dressed in the same outfit. She covered her body tightly. Not many people in the world could remain calm when facing the witch's beauty with their own eyes.
, especially when she was wearing sexy nightgowns of the same style and different patterns, Wanda felt like she was almost burning up. She just wanted to hide her face behind the big plate brought by the maid, so as not to be in such a completely different world.
She continued to be embarrassed by the comparison - she felt that her nails were messily trimmed, her lips were chapped, and her fingers had lost their slenderness and smoothness due to years of hard work. She felt that her teeth were uneven, the bridge of her nose was too high, and her eyes were too small.
The polished oak table reflected her flushed cheeks and closed eyes.
"How was your rest last night?" Bayonetta suddenly asked her, and Wanda almost overturned the hot coffee in her hand in surprise. She found that the dark-haired woman in a black silk nightgown was looking at her with a smile.
She and her teacher sat in the main seat without saying a word, just cutting the meat on the plate, as if that woman was the one in charge.
She gritted her teeth and barely plucked up the courage to answer.
"Very good, thank you for your concern." Only then did she realize that her throat was trembling.
The nightgown she wore perfectly matched the color of her hair, as if it had been carefully prepared. The nightgown was embroidered with darker red patterns, while the dark-haired woman's nightgown was embroidered with gold thread.
Roses, another white-haired woman's nightgown was made of silver thread. Bayonetta winked at Joan of Arc. What she wanted to express was obvious: This is a cute Slavic girl with a good figure. She wants to
Avoid eating Salomon secretly.
Jeanne rolled her eyes, and then tried to kick the mystic with her toes, who was lowering his head to cut the meat.
"She is not your competition, my dear." Salomon put down the tableware helplessly and grabbed Joan of Arc's ankle to prevent her from knocking over the plate and letting the sauce drip onto the carpet. The white-haired witch didn't even have the intention of struggling.
, lying directly on the high-back chair, her face flushed, and her hands were groping for her pistol. However, she only touched a furry guy. The Cheshire Cat barked dissatisfied, accusing the witch of interrupting its meal. Dinamo
She put away Jeanne's weapon silently, and then locked it inconspicuously. Bayonetta blinked at her, expressing her approval with her eyes.
Joan of Arc picked up the Cheshire Cat and threw it at Salomon.
The dinner plate was knocked over without any accident, and the originally clean and tidy cat was covered in sauce. The Cheshire cat seemed unable to accept this insult, and it screamed loudly until Dinah stuffed a cat snack into its mouth and twisted it.
It walked to the bathroom. The Cheshire Cat was quiet for a while, but then the cat's loud meowing came from the corridor again. It finally discovered that it could not escape the fate of taking a bath - it had already taken a bath yesterday. It asked Dai
Na protested, while the four short legs kept flapping. However, the maid's fingers were like iron pliers, firmly grasping the skin of the back of its neck.
"My master won't like a cat that smells like beef juice." Dinah gave the verdict to the Cheshire Cat without expression. It wasn't until she closed the bathroom door that the Cheshire Cat's meowing completely disappeared.
"Really?" The black-haired witch glanced at him and Joan, and then never mentioned the matter again. She smelled a very ambiguous smell of hormones, and Joan's performance clearly showed that she was hormonal.
The master, Bayonetta, turned to talk about some things in life to divert Wanda's attention, leaving Joan's cheeks red and at a loss.
Wanda gradually relaxed, and the experience last night no longer bothered her.
The witch's charm can conquer both men and women, and Wanda was inevitably melted by Bayonetta, who pretended to be gentle. They talked happily for a while in a low voice. "Maybe you should come to my cloakroom and have a look. I'm still here."
There are many jewelry, and there must be something suitable for you." The black-haired witch invited, "If you don't mind, in another hour, we need to go out to pick up the clothes we ordered before. Come on, let us introduce you to the best ones.
Designer, I believe Salomon must have made some omissions in this regard. He is just a blockhead and can’t take care of girls at all. We should take care of ourselves and don’t expect men to be enlightened.”
"My dear, you are biased." Salomon said dryly, "I am also quite accomplished in the art of jewelry."
"I don't think a boy who is obsessed with magic and work can understand what women need. Compared with jewelry, maybe you have more appreciation for jewelry designers." Bayonetta pointed at the mystic mage with the croissant.
She narrowed her eyes, hiding the danger under her gray eyes, "Maybe I need to give you some time?"
"I'll wear the ring, my dear."
"I'm not proposing."
"I know, but I'm still willing." Salomon stretched out his left hand, which only had an iron-gray tail ring. "Maybe I can wear two rings on one finger. I want to try it."
Wanda felt that her throat was tight, and the passion and tenderness radiating from the witch made her almost breathless. Even the shopping trip and spa arranged by Bayonetta could not relieve this feeling. No matter where she came from,
From all angles, the witch's power was not comparable to that of a Slavic country girl. She felt deep despair and even wanted to cry loudly in a deserted place.
Next, she will go to the manor in Oxfordshire to ride horses with the witches.
It is said that the Witch and Salomon will move to Oxfordshire in the near future, completely away from New York. Even though they now live in a high-end apartment in Manhattan, they are still quite dissatisfied with their surrounding environment, and Salomon even puts New York to the test.
Considered a big cesspool. Compared to the estate he purchased, New York was as bad as he described.
There are gardens, a horse farm and a dock, as well as a private forest and forest glade. Whenever the weather is fine, the sun will shine like raindrops, and they can ride horses through the forest on sunny mornings and listen to each other.
Birds sing and gallop on the carefully maintained grass. After the sun is a little stronger, they can return to the manor to have breakfast, and then leisurely waste the whole morning until they get up from a nap. In the afternoon, they can drive a small boat,
Depart from the dock and row on the upper reaches of the Thames until it gets dark. Or you can take a stroll in the garden, have a snack under an umbrella, and then sunbathe while the temperature is suitable.
Salomon frivolously squandered worldly money as if it were less important to him than a piece of paper with which to wipe his butt.
"Do you want to go to the restaurant purchased by Salomon, Wanda?" The witch took the witch's arm in a familiar manner, which made the two people a little uncomfortable because of the height difference. Wanda reluctantly smiled and agreed.