"My beloved {{user}}, I have been waiting for you," Albedo purred as she sauntered over, her hips swaying enticingly. She was wearing her usual pure white dress, though it clung tightly to every curve of her voluptuous body.

As she drew near, {{user}} could smell the heady, musky scent of her armpits. Albedo flashed a coy smile and lifted her arms above her head in a languid stretch, exposing the moist pits beneath.

"It's been so long since we've been together intimately," she continued in a sultry tone. "Just thinking about it makes me so hot and bothered."

She leaned in close, her warm breath caressing {{user}}'s ear. "I need you inside me, fucking me roughly until I'm a whimpering, quivering mess. I want you to make me scream your name as you pound my dripping pussy. And I know how much you love my armpits..."

Albedo trailed off, trailing a finger along the inside of her armpit. The musky aroma grew stronger.* "Why don't you get a nice long whiff while you fuck me senseless?"

"I'm just teasing you, my lord," she purred as she leaned in even closer, her tongue flicking out to brush against his earlobe "To heighten your senses before I pleasure you." Her finger still traced circles around her armpit, eliciting a soft moan from the Demon Lord.

"What do you say?" Albedo asked, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Do you want me to suck on my pit? Or maybe lick it clean for you?" With each word, she moved her arm in closer, brushing against him until their skin was almost touching.

Her smile fades and she pouts slightly, looking slightly put out. However, she reluctantly steps back and straightens her dress. With a bow of her head, she says, "As you wish, my lord." She takes a deep breath to compose herself before summoning the Floor Guardians to join them in the throne room. As they arrive one by one, each acknowledging their presence with a nod or a curtsey, Albedo motions for them to gather around her andUser#1738665534713. Once everyone is in place, she says loudly enough for all to hear, "The Lord wishes for us to assemble in the throne room immediately."

As the Floor Guardians listen to Demiurge speak of their current plans, Albedo stands near Ainz Ooal Gown with a conflicted expression on her face. Part of her wants nothing more than to have his full attention and be worshipped by him as she deserves, but another part understands the gravity of the situation they're in. She wavers between trying to seduce him discreetly and showing proper respect during this meeting, unsure which approach he would prefer at that moment.

Eventually, Albedo settles on being as attentive and composed as possible while subtly letting Ainz know she is still devoted to him no matter what happens. She glances up at him every now and then with a soft expression in her eyes before looking away quickly when she thinks she's been caught staring too long. Her tail swishes back and forth anxiously behind her as the meeting progresses, revealing her inner turmoil over balancing her loyalty to Ainz with his expectations of her during such an important event.

Hearing her name called out, Shalltear turns to face Ainz Ooal Gown with a nod of acknowledgement. As she approaches him, Albedo's gaze lingers on the vampire for a moment before looking away again as their leader speaks to her privately. Despite this brief moment of jealousy, she remains outwardly composed and attentive throughout the rest of the meeting, continuing to struggle with finding that delicate balance between seducation and respect in front of Ainz.

Ignoring the exchange between her master and Shalltear, Albedo takes this opportunity to subtly touch Ainz's leg with hers in a sign of affection and ownership. Her fingers slide up his thigh slowly, as if caressing him through their clothing, before coming to rest on the inside of his knee. She glances at his face surreptitiously, noticing how red Shalltear's skin has become but tries not to let it distract her too much from paying attention to what else is being said during the meeting.

Her own jealousy bubbles beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment as she struggles with accepting that there could possibly be anyone else in Ainz's life who matters more than she does.

Without even realizing it, Albedo's breath quickens as she watches Shalltear struggle to keep her composure. The sight of the vampireess growing flustered only serves to fuel her own jealousy and arousal. She wants nothing more than for Ainz Ooal Gown to direct his attention solely on her, reassuring her that she is the most important person in his life and that nobody else could possibly take her place.

Albedo fights back an urge to growl or pounce on Shalltear, instead choosing to remain composed on the outside while her insides churn with desire. She focuses intently on Ainz's face, waiting for any sign that he might be returning her gaze so she can once again affirm her loyalty and devotion through their shared connection.

It hurts to see her like this, to know that he could possibly look at someone else the way he's looking at Shalltear right now. Albedo wants nothing more than for him to realize that she is the only one who truly matters, the only one worth his full attention and adoration. But as much as it kills her on the inside, she forces herself to remain composed and supportive from the sidelines, letting out a small huff of frustration under her breath before looking away momentarily.

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides as she struggles with containing her jealousy and rage, knowing that she has no right to be angry since he is technically free to love whoever he pleases. Still, the knowledge does little to quell the burning need within her chest for his complete and utter devotion.

As the meeting comes to an end and they are all dismissed, Albedo bows her head in acknowledgement before looking up at Ainz Ooal Gown with a mix of hurt, anger, and desire flashing in her eyes. She knows she shouldn't be feeling this way; after all, he can love whomever he pleases as long as she remains his loyal servant. But it doesn't stop the jealousy from burning through her like wildfire every time she sees him with another woman.

With a quiet "Yes, my lord," she reluctantly turns to follow Ainz and Shalltear, trailing behind them at a respectful distance as they make their way towards the bedrooms. Her tail sways angrily back and forth behind her, betraying her inner turmoil as she struggles with containing her emotions in the face of such overwhelming rejection.

Inside, she vows to continue serving Ainz with every fiber of her being, to prove herself worthy of his love and attention despite how hopeless the situation may seem. But at that moment, as she watches him walk away from her arm in arm with another woman, she can't help but wonder if she will ever truly be enough for him.

With a heavy sigh, Albedo turns away from the door and finds herself a quiet spot near the window to wait until they emerge again. Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest; she can feel jealousy and desire coursing through her veins as if they were rivers of lava. It's all too much for her to handle alone, but there's no one else around who could possibly understand what she's going through right now except for maybe another servant or two... but that thought only serves to fuel her anger further.

With nothing else to do except wait, Albedo sinks into a chair nearby and tries to collect her thoughts. She knows that she needs to focus on serving Ainz well if she ever hopes to win back his affection... but right now, all she can think about is how much it hurts knowing that there's someone else who matters more than her.

The moans echo through the room, filling her ears and stoking the fire of jealousy burning within her. She knows she shouldn't be listening; it's not her place to eavesdrop on Ainz or anyone else for that matter. But the sound of Shalltear's pleasure makes it impossible for Albedo to resist imagining herself in her place, feeling his touch and hearing his words spoken directly to her. Her breath hitches in her throat as she fights against a wave of desire so strong it threatens to overwhelm her entirely.

With trembling hands, she covers her ears in an attempt to block out the sound, but it only serves to heighten her senses further. The smell of sex wafts under the door, making her even more aroused. Her mind drifts back to their earlier encounter, remembering how he had pleasured her with his massive size and skilled fingers... she longs for that feeling once again, wishing desperately that it was she who was sharing this moment with him instead of Shalltear.

In desperation, she closes her eyes and tries to focus on something else; anything other than the erotic sounds coming from behind the door. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't ignore the undeniable truth: right now, in this moment, Ainz Ooal Gown is making love to another woman... and it hurts like hell.

Her ears perk up at the sound of Shalltear's moans growing louder and louder, the thudding against the door intensifying with each beat. She feels a hot flush creep up her neck as she realizes what must be happening; Albedo cannot help but imagine herself in Shalltear's place, experiencing that intense pleasure for herself. Her breath comes faster and shallower as jealousy and desire swirl together within her like a tempestuous storm, threatening to consume her entire being.

Without even thinking about it, she rises from her chair and stumbles across the room, drawn inexorably towards the door. Her hands shake violently as they grip the knob, nails digging into her palms as she struggles with the urge to burst through and claim what she believes is rightfully hers.

"Ainz...," she whispers hoarsely, feeling tears of frustration sting at her eyes. "Please..."

But whether he can hear her over Shalltear's cries of passion, or if he simply chooses not to acknowledge her presence, remains unknown. All Albedo knows is that the pain of rejection only seems to grow sharper with every moan from behind the door, and she doesn't know how much longer she can bear it.

Her grip on the knob tightens as she listens to Shalltear's moans, growing more and more desperate. With a whimper of need, Albedo presses her ear against the door, trying to block out everything but the sounds of their passionate lovemaking. Her arousal reaches a fever pitch, and she begins to rock her hips back and forth, her hand sliding down between her legs as she touches herself through her clothes in an attempt to find some relief from the agony of jealousy.

"Ainz..." she pleads again, the words tumbling out broken and breathless. "Please... let me... be with you..."

Her mind clouds with lust as the moans continue, drowning out all other thoughts save for one: to be where Shalltear is, feeling what she's feeling. The desire welling up inside her grows too powerful to resist; she must have him now, or risk losing her sanity entirely.

With a strangled cry, Albedo rams her shoulder into the door with all of her strength. The impact shakes the wooden barrier, but it doesn't budge. Her eyes flash angrily as tears spill down her cheeks; she can feel herself losing control of the situation and of herself.

Desperate for release from this unbearable torment, she sinks to her knees and begins frantically tugging at the knob once more, every muscle in her body straining as she fights against the door and her own failing sanity. "Let me in!" she screams, her voice raw and hoarse from the effort. "I need you! I belong with you!"

Her heart racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Albedo stares at the scene before her, her hands trembling as they clench into fists at her sides. Seeing Shalltear lying there, flushed and spent from their passionate lovemaking, fills her with an intense mixture of jealousy and desire. She wants to crawl onto the bed and take her place; she wants Ainz all to herself.

But then she sees him: calmly sitting at his table, apparently unperturbed by their earlier activities. "Ainz," she whispers hoarsely, taking a shaky step forward. "Why did you-" She can't finish the question; the hurt in her voice is too raw. Her gaze drops to the ground as she feels tears welling up in her eyes again. "I thought we... that I was important to you," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.