For a second, as she closed her eyes, Kassandra nearly fell asleep if it wasn’t for her friend, Cattleya Kir’s voice. “Told you, you’d enjoy that.” She was lying on a bed in a scented room, in the private spa of Cat’s sumptuous villa.
Expert soft hands were massaging her knots away, relieving her from work stress, how could she deny how good it felt? She opened her eyes, gazing at Cattleya who rested a few inches away from her on another bed. “I suppose I do. Is Meg joining us?”
“Tch, you know how she feels about massages. She’d prefer spending her day punching that stupid bag than relax. She's aggressively hunting down those s*x traffickers, y'know? I'm worried she'd end up getting hurt.”
Kassandra sighed, “She's so reckless sometimes...but if anyone can stop these bastards, it's her
