Feeling the warmth and softness from the palm of her hand, Astrid felt a momentary illusion, as if she were pressing against a warm pudding through a layer of silk.
Her gaze drifted downward, noticing the slight deformation of the snowy white skin between her fingers due to the pressure. Only then did Astrid's ears flush with heat as she realized what she was doing.
Though they were both women, this kind of touch still felt too intimate, especially since the other party was a renowned beauty.
The alluring charm she exuded while drunk had even momentarily swayed Astrid, who was usually indifferent to such desires.
But it was just a fleeting moment.
Quickly calming her slightly accelerated heartbeat, Astrid spoke softly.
"...Lady Charlotte?"
Hearing the clear female voice, Charlotte's drunkenness didn't lessen; in fact, it seemed to deepen. Her tea-colored eyes shimmered, quietly reflecting Astrid's face.
