Etrisha, having changed her outfit, waited for Lirien for a while. But for some reason, Lirien didn’t return, so Etrisha stepped out of the room to look for her.

Something caught her foot as she walked through the hall.

It was a mannequin with a male torso, hung on a thin metal rod.

‘Why is this here?’

Apparently, an employee had dropped it.

With a troubled look, Etrisha picked up the mannequin and returned to the room, placing it next to the entrance. She dusted off her hands and was about to return to the sofa when she paused.

The detailed muscle contours and smooth skin texture of the mannequin were as good as those in the world she had lived in.

Mesmerized, Etrisha laid her hand on the cold, hard chest of the mannequin.

A sudden thought made her smile slyly, unconsciously caressing the mannequin’s chest.

‘If I get divorced, I can’t just eat and play forever. Maybe I should start a knight-specialized jewelry business with Lebron?’

In the empire, it was believed that Lebron lost its power when processed, so it was only circulated as crude ore. Knights had to carry inefficient magic stones, and production was limited.

But contrary to popular belief, processing it posed no problem.

By refining and processing the ore, it could provide opportunities even for private soldiers or foreign knights who couldn’t afford it otherwise.

In her previous life, Etrisha was a jewelry designer, a student dreaming of launching her brand.

Decades had dimmed her passion, but the longing remained.

Maybe now she could fulfill that dream.

Etrisha smiled contently, thinking of the double gain. Meanwhile, Lirien hurriedly crossed the hall towards the room. She had planned to return immediately after escorting the employee but got delayed.

‘Etrisha must be waiting…’

As she arrived at the room and smiled brightly, pulling back the curtain, she paused.

Etrisha was there, smiling passionately, caressing the chest of the mannequin.
Surprised, Lirien calmly released the curtain and stepped back.

With question marks floating over her head, she blinked blankly and peeked inside again.

As expected.

Etrisha was gazing at the mannequin with entranced jade eyes, caressing its chest.

It was the first time Lirien saw Etrisha with such an excited expression, especially while contentedly smiling and touching the flat chest of a male mannequin.

A bewildered Lirien rolled her bead-like eyes.

The mannequin represented an ideal physique, displaying very firm and smooth lines. Ironically, Devon, unlike this mannequin, had a rather skinny frame.

This meant that Etrisha satisfyingly touching the mannequin’s chest in the absence of anyone else could only be seen as vicarious satisfaction. Therefore, Etrisha must…

‘Etrisha likes men’s chests…’

That’s the conclusion Lirien reached in her mind.

Suddenly, she remembered the maid, Mari, excitedly talking to a colleague about how thighs were the best part of a man’s body, without Lirien’s knowledge.

It was a bit embarrassing and awkward, but she had said that just because they were women, it didn’t mean they didn’t have preferences for male bodies.

Lirien covered her flushing cheeks.

On one hand, she felt psychologically closer to Etrisha, knowing her secret preference.

Suppressing a smile that was unwittingly rising, Lirien decided she must not let on that she knew about Etrisha’s secret.

After a while, Lirien noisily entered the room, making her presence known.