"Would you mind undressing before me?"

Mastering the art of controlling one's expressions was an essential skill for every noble in the Valeria Empire.

Even though Astrid was inwardly flustered to the point of fear, her outward composure remained impeccable. With her lashes lowered, lips gently pressed together, and a delicate sip of tea, she exuded the poised elegance befitting an imperial princess.

Beyond Elowen's line of sight, however, her slender heels tapped subtly against the tiled floor, while her pale, delicate toes curled tightly within her stockings, straining to the point of nearly tearing the fabric.

This title sounded so embarrassing that even Astrid, who usually had a calm mind, couldn't help but feel ashamed at this moment, and at the same time, she became more and more determined to come up with a pen name.

Fortunately, Elowen did not react too much when she heard it.