The girl's complexion was deathly pale, devoid of any hint of color, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth as she lay there, completely unconscious, her breathing faint.
The girl who was pinned down by Steward Luo flushed with apparent pleasure, but as he pressed several points on her body with his fingers, the girl who had been moaning energetically grew quieter, her eyes gradually closing, and the flush on her face fading to an ashen paleness.
Steward Luo ceased his motions, closed his eyes, and mumbled something under his breath, his complexion visibly rosier.
He satisfactorily withdrew the weapon, tossed aside the girl beneath him, and then turned to look at the three girls standing by the door. He pointed at one at random, "You, come here!"
The chosen girl's legs went weak; she stood frozen in place, too frightened to approach.
Steward Luo's gaze hardened, "Can't you understand? I told you to come here!"