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BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle walked down the corridor straight to her room, holding her towel and tightening her robe.

She was sick of going to the public dressing room every day when her chambers had a fully equipped bathroom.

It still perplexed her, but it was the order here, and she couldn't dare to disobey it.

Fortunately for her, she hadn't seen Lady Delilah today in the dressing room, and that was a relief.

She'd bathed thoroughly, dressed up in her robe in front of the red-haired ladies in the room, and exited the steamy enclosed space quickly.

She could hear snickers and gossip from maids and submissives alike as she walked.

She usually ignored them, but then she heard some words that made her stop.

"There she is, Lord Darius' favorite slut for the time being." One of the submissives standing by the corridor said.

Another chimed in, “She'd probably be feeling high and mighty. She rarely talks, preferring to walk past us because she considers herself superior to the rest of us.