Bribing Them to Work Harder

In the end, Desmond begrudgingly accepted the harsh reality that surrounded him. He let out a contemptuous snort, his complaints hanging in the air like a bitter aftertaste. However, in that moment, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the subtle change in his maids' expressions.

"What?" His voice brimmed with irritation as he shot a penetrating glare at them. Their faces instantly betrayed a mix of panic and awkwardness, their eyes desperately seeking refuge by darting away. The tension lingered in the air, and Desmond, his senses attuned, detected something amiss.

"Prepare yourselves. We shall venture out," Desmond declared curtly, hastily donning his attire and securing his sword at his waist. He momentarily peered through the small window, as if seeking solace in the outside world, before turning his attention back to the room.