Beatrice’s orgasmic misadventure was interrupted suddenly and rudely by soone entering the room. Beatrice had still not co to her senses and hung limply in Ember’s arms, basking in the afterglow of three consecutive, mind-shattering climaxes.
Ember heard the door squeaking open just monts before, but had no chance to warn the others as she was busy exchanging mouth fluids with Beatrice. Still supporting Beatrice in her arms, Ember looked at the small figure at the door.
Similar to the two catgirls before, there stood another beastkin with a sowhat lancholic expression.
“What the fuck, Noel!?” princess Marry growled and slipped her right hand under her dress. “GET OUT!!”
Mary got out a knife from beneath her dress and threw directly at the beastkin’s face.
The knife flew straight through the beastkin’s lancholic expression like through thin air.
“I’m sorry, My Lady, but I am not here,” Noel said somberly. “That is, I am here where I am currently standing, but my ‘here’ is not your ‘here’, where you are, which is the bedroom of one of our head maids, naly Tabitha. And where you are is not where I am, therefore you cannot interact with in the direct physical manner which you just seconds ago attempted, which was impaling my face with a throwing knife. And you cannot interact with in such a manner because this is a projection. That is an image that I am projecting to your location along with my voice, thoughts, and physical appearance. Which ans, that although you cannot interact with in a direct physical manner, you can interact with by using your voice to convey words—”
“Oh, shut up!” Mary shouted at Noel, with her voice and expressions full of contempt, and slowly got up from her knees.
Unlike the previous two catgirls, Noel was properly clothed. But instead of a maid uniform, Noel wore a dark suit with an olive-colored strap running to the side from where a necktie should have been. Noel was short, no more than five-foot-tall, with a narrow fra. Two furry cat ears, as well as a small seed-shaped green gem, stuck out of Noel’s olive-colored hair that barely reached the shoulders.
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