Her Breasts Were Barely Covered!

"You clearly asked who wanted to volunteer, and I didn't show any interest!" Aria snapped, her tone sharper than usual. Her anger had been simmering under the surface all evening, thanks to Martha's petty and overbearing attitude. Aria had tried to endure it, telling herself that if she just held out a little longer, the day would end, and she could retreat to her quarters in peace.

But no, Martha was determined to overstep every boundary, testing Aria's patience with every passing moment. Her smirk, the condescending tilt of her chin, and the self-satisfied gleam in her eyes all screamed one thing—Martha was enjoying this far too much.

"So?" Martha asked smugly, her arms crossed as she took a step closer. The malice in her voice was thinly veiled under mock politeness. "You think you're too good to follow orders now, hmm? Or maybe you think your little tantrums will change my decision?"