The young woman wore a maid outfit.
The woman looked pleadingly at Jena, "Mistress..."
"Don't look at me that way. You should know your place. Just serve him for a month, then you can return here," Jena replied coldly.
The maid held her skirt tightly, her lips turned silent, tears falling down her cheeks, knowing there was nothing she could do.
Seeing the scene, Fiona whispered to Malacai, "That Leon, as lusty as ever, probably asked for my aunt's favorite maid as a reward for defeating the tiger.
Poor woman, I doubt she can return intact after Leon is done with her."
"Oh, what will he do with her?"
Fiona's face turned dark; she had heard some rumors about it and, as a fellow woman. She empathized with them.
Fiona doesn't see people without power as some lower class since she has also lacked it for a long time.