Just ask (R-18)

It was late in the afternoon, nearly evening, when Cassian's eyes fluttered open from a deep sleep. His vision was blurry at first, and he noticed a figure moving in front of him, shifting from black to a soft pink hue. Confusion settled in for a moment, but as his sight cleared, he realized it wasn't a color change—it was someone undressing before him.

It was none other than Laureen, as he recognized from her orange-brown hair neatly tied into a bun and the familiar maid's uniform. Now, however, she stood before him in nothing but a delicate beige lace undergarment, which she was slowly peeling away. Cassian's drowsiness vanished in an instant as she slid off the bottom piece first, leaving him wide awake. Yet, he remained perfectly still, not wanting her to realize he was watching. His gaze lingered as she shifted slightly, giving him an unintended glimpse of the space between her thighs and the curve of her buttocks.