"Imagine having to work your ass off assisting the election for the future king or queen, but you're forced to sleep in a humble room like this—no massage chair, no TV, no yoga space, not even a bathtub to soak your sore body after a whole day? Nah, thank you." Chasey added.
"Don't tell me you wanted to become an aide just because of the dorm's lavish facilities!" Lethia asked with a smirk.
"Oh my queen… I live the humble life of a middle-class omega. Is it so wrong to chase a bit of luxury as motivation for a career?"
Lethia chuckled, stepping toward her bed. "Who am I to judge? I'm no better than you anyway."
Chasey pressed her lips together and, while lying flat on her stomach, crawled her way closer to Lethia's bed. "So, what's your plan?"
"Plan?"
"Hm… A plan to bring your ex-husband down."
