Why Don't You All Come A Little Closer?

Cassius heaved a tired sigh, his eyes flicking over the gathered maids who had all but given up on hiding the flush staining their cheeks.

Their fascination only reinforced his suspicions—they weren't repulsed at all by the scandalous display, they were actually intrigued, perhaps even excited.

'Perverted maids...' He thought wryly, feeling more resigned than shocked at this point. 'No matter how far I go, they just seem to grow more enthralled.'

With a faint shake of his head, he decided there was only one way to drive home the sheer depravity of what they were all witnessing and that was to cover them in the 'filth' of what they were witnessing to bring them back to reality.

Turning his attention back to Isabelle, he commanded in a low voice, "Stand up, Isabelle...Let's try something else."