Skadi and Aisha stood frozen, their eyes darting around the bed—a mess of twisted sheets, damp stains, and crumpled pillows, undeniable evidence of the wild, naughty escapades that had unfolded through the night.
The air was also thick with the musky scent of sweat and lust, and they couldn't tear their gazes away, enthralled by the sheer debauchery laid bare before them.
Julie, however, snapped out of her stupor with a jolt, her composure returning as she averted her eyes from the scene.
Clearing her throat, she bowed her head slightly toward Cassius.
"I-I apologize, Cassius." She stammered, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "We thought you were done and that we could speak with you." Her gaze flicked briefly to the trembling lump beneath the blanket where Isabelle hid, then back to Cassius. "But it's clear you're...not finished yet and it seems you've still got more in you. We'll just...leave you to it."
