Under the sunshade.
Leon and his future big brother lounged comfortably.
A mature, dark-skinned beauty in a maid outfit knelt respectfully beside Leon. Her figure was explosive, with a full bust, curvy hips, and hips wider than her shoulders. Wearing her hair in a single ponytail, she personally peeled the skins and removed the seeds from black pearl grapes, then gently held the translucent grape flesh between two slender fingers and brought it to Leon's lips, allowing him to taste both the fruit's sweetness and the mature beauty's softness with nothing more than an open mouth.
This dark-skinned beauty was, naturally, Goddess Black Panther Bast in her maid form.
Tony watched from the side with immense envy and could not help asking,
"What about me?"
"Bast is exclusively mine. No sharing."
Leon protectively pulled maid-form Bast into his arms and stroked her like a cat, touching here and kneading there. Bast, meanwhile, was like a docile mother cat, obediently allowing Leon to do as he pleased.
Everything she had belonged to Leon. Whatever Leon asked of her, she was willing to offer up herself.
"= ="
Future Tony was speechless. He had no idea where this bargain-bin little brother of his had found such an exceptional dark-skinned maid.
Thinking of dark skin inevitably made Future Tony think of Wakanda, and the image of a Dora Milaje suddenly appeared in his mind.
She sashayed toward Tony with a flirtatious catwalk. The scene his own mind conjured up startled Tony so badly that his entire body jolted.
The name Dora Milaje might not mean much to some people, but mention Wakanda's all-female elite personal guard for King Black Panther, and most people would immediately get the picture.
Dora Milaje did not refer to any single individual, but was the collective name for