Freira relaxed when she heard that voice. She is already familiar with his tone that's sultry and with a hint of enthusiasm in his every speech. Other than that, he has a certain smell on him, different from the men she has been serving in the pub with their smell mixed with smoke, sweat, and days of not taking a bath. Eventually, he moves away from her and she immediately fixed the neckline she has set aside on her shoulder when she thought she was alone and was about to change,
"What are you doing here?" she asked with accusation. "You shouldn't be in here. This is my place, I deserve to have privacy in my own place. Or what? I can't have that as well while I work for you?"
Stanley sat back down on her bed and leaned back down his arms behind him so as to support his weight. "I am just
