It was 6 p.m., and Alina was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly, pulling her back to reality. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was dinner time. With a reluctant sigh, she dragged her lazy body out of bed to look for the butler, but a knock sounded on the door before she could leave.
When she opened it, a young, beautiful woman stood there, smiling sweetly.
"Good evening, Miss. I’m here to let you know that dinner is ready," the woman said politely, bowing slightly. She looked to be in her early thirties, dressed in a maid’s uniform, and was strikingly attractive.
Alina smiled back, silently wondering why everyone working for the Devil was so good-looking. She followed the maid as she led the way.
The maid brough
