At the same time.
Mimi and Felicia lounged on cushioned beach chairs, Mimi's tail swaying lazily and Felicia with a book propped against her knees. Near the water's edge, Gracelle splashed and laughed with Celine and Lyzia, the three of them kicking up sparkling spray in the late-afternoon sun.
Gloria lay stretched along the long couch, one leg bent, her book propped open against her stomach, her attention fixed on the pages. Liana arranged the empty plates and glasses on the table, and with a snap of her fingers everything vanished into her dimensional storage.
Delya squirmed in her seat, shifting her weight with a soft, pained whimper. Her legs were still trembling. Her thighs were still warm. She could still feel the ache deep inside from an hour ago.
"Cuquawked~" (Mm~ Liana's cooking was delicious~)
