WebNovelMr. Mafia77.78%

Twenty-First

"Good morning, ma'am." A soft-toothed greeting from a grown woman droned beautifully in Agnes' ears as her eyelids opened.

Agnes then pokes softly at her eyes and then rises from her bed, stretching out her stiff muscles and staring flatly at a grown woman in a formal suit standing not far from her bed displaying a big, friendly smile.

Agnes unwrapped her blanket, put on her house slippers and waltzed off into the bathroom without heeding the figure of an adult woman who had been waiting for her to wake up 20 minutes ago.

Agnes stood in front of a large mirror, squinting her eyes at the look of her disarrayed face. She's only wearing a triangular object and a navy-colored pajama belonging to that bastard Jazzton.

Within a few seconds, the woman then began her bathing ritual starting from brushing her teeth. A few minutes later Agnes took off her pajamas, leaving behind a triangular object that protected her private area.