He leaned in for one last kiss before the face plate slid into place. "Whatever you say, Mistress," a mechanical voice teased.
The window at the end of the hall had a small balcony, not much more than a decorative addition to the mansion. It was sturdy enough to hold a couple of adults, or a group of kids intent on throwing water balloons down at people down below.
He put an arm around her waist. "Stand on my foot and hang on. I won't drop you."
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