Morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the side room. It cast long, pale strips across the wooden floorboards.
Judas stood near the doorway. He leaned against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was fixed on the bed.
Summer sat there.
Although she tried to maintain a sultry smile, her eyes betrayed her. They darted from his face to his crotch, then back to his eyes.
Inside their shared mind, Zephriya was having the time of her life.
'I think they didn't allow it,' the Princess gloated. Her mental voice dripped with malicious satisfaction. 'Look at his face. He looks regretful. He is horny to fuck you, but he is forced to hold back.'
Summer twitched.
'Shut up, you abyss whore.'
'You don't forget he can hear us, right?' Zephriya asked with a laugh.
Summer froze. She looked up at Judas.
There was a teasing smile on his face.
Her acting face finally cracked. The sultry smile vanished, replaced by a frown of frustration.
