As Mika padded down the hallway toward the bedroom, the voices reached him before the sight did.
"I'm telling you, he'll choose mine! Just wait and see—mine's obviously the best!"
"No way! He'll definitely pick mine! Little brother has always loved mine the most, and I even have all these fluffy tails as a bonus!"
"You're both completely wrong. He's going to choose me. I have the perfect balance of everything—size, shape, proportion. It's not even a contest."
Mika paused mid-step, his brow furrowing in confusion.
'What in the world were they arguing about now? And what exactly am I supposed to be choosing?'
He rounded the corner and stepped into the bedroom.
And immediately understood everything.
He wasn't looking at Anya's face, or Astrid's face, or Charlotte's face.
He was looking at their asses!
