Victor was almost giddy. Holding something over Mondai’s head always caused a thrill within him; to see her squirm, flush, grow unbearably and helplessly miserable… it filled his entire being with absolute pleasure. She just made it so easy. Not like that git MacGhilleseatheanaich that always found some way to slither out of his grip. Pathetic little worm.

As Mondai confessed that she was indeed hiding something, Victor’s serene smile grew. He knew exactly what he needed to do: ask. Just ask. As soon as he asked her the question, she would have no choice but to answer. Finally, Cavendish’s dirty tricks came to his advantage. “It must have been something… terribly embarrassing, to risk losing your skirt over it,” Victor commented casually, taking another sip of firewhiskey before setting the glass down on the professor’s desk. Staring intently at the nearly-naked sitting girl, he continued, unable to hold back his curiosity any longer, “Tell me... what are you hiding, Mondai?”