“I’ve never worn anything like this before.”
Felina stood there awkwardly.
Fortunately, Michael had also prepared a veil, and Felina was grateful as she hid her blushing cheeks behind it.
This outfit was extremely peculiar.
Of course, Felina had worn bikinis before, and even less than that, but in this room, in this atmosphere, she could hardly face Michael's gaze.
“Mata Hari dressed like this, and she conquered the world in such attire. Now, please sit down, Scheherazade. It’s time to read a new book.”
(Mata Hari, a legendary female spy, liked to perform striptease in oriental-style clothing and was very popular in Paris.)
Michael propped up his upper body with one elbow, leaving a blank space for Felina.
Felina knelt on the carpet with the book in her hands and opened it. At
