Casey paced in his cabin with a glass of wine in one hand and unbuttoning the buttons of his clothes with the other. He admired his own body in front of a mirror.
His cheeks and neck were wheat-colored due to his regular exposure to the sun and wind, but the skin below his neck was pale. Even though he lacked powerful muscles, his physique was not horrible, save for a bit of belly fat. He was lean, not obese like the usual noblemen, which was also why he could seduce girls.
"How should I enjoy the two girls later?"
The corners of Casey's mouth rose, and he took a sip of the red wine in his glass.