The corners of Ash's mouth lifted slightly, and he glanced at her. "Have you noticed your skirt is too short?"
Vishy instinctively clutched her hem and took a step back. Then she heard Ash laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. I just noticed that after you came down here, you became very... obedient." Ash smiled. "Good. Keep it up."
After they arrived in the basement, Ash keenly noticed that Vishy no longer teased him. She carried out her work honestly, without crossing the line in the slightest, so Ash praised her with complete sincerity—that was about all he expected from Vishy.
But Vishy lowered her head, so angry she bit hard into her lower lip, her face burning as if it had been set on fire.
Even if you'd called me "cute," I could have accepted it, but "obedient"? Aren't you insulting the Phantom Prophet too much!? I just think there's no audience here, so I can't be bothered to put on a show. It's not because I'm afraid you'll really do something to me in the basement!
Damn it. The Phantom Prophet can't admit defeat, and absolutely can't let him see through my bluff. I can't let him gain the psychological advantage, or it'll be much harder to deceive him in the future!
Vishy decisively sat down in front of Ash, knees together in a proper kneeling posture, and gently placed his head on her springy thighs.
"Harvey was lying in a coffin, not on the floor," Vishy said as if nothing were wrong. "You need to recreate the real scene as much as possible to better experience his feelings."
Ash gave her a helpless look, but his vision was blocked by the taut maid bodice, and he said irritably, "Can't you keep it up a little longer?"