In the warm yellowish ambiguous glow, the two stared at each other for a few seconds, the Head Maid maintaining her gaze on Shard's eyes without moving, but her hands slightly lifted the hem of her dress, allowing Shard to see the pair of black small leather shoes underneath, with lightweight black fabric above them. The shoes balanced practicality and formality, while the fabric was Miss Sylvia's product, and it was of high-end quality.
Before Shard's pounding heart could continue observing, she maintained her leg position and bent down, click-click, her fair hands unfastened the magnetic buckle of the low-heeled small leather shoes, then straigtened her waist. Her arms hung in front of her, in a very elegant maid's standing posture. The legs under her dress lifted alternately, letting the wrapped feet escape the shoes in sequence, and then she took a step forward.
