All three of them slept in their own rooms, but very late at night, in her own opulently appointed guest room, Serika tossed and turned.
The bed was softer than a cloud and the air was fragrant with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, but Serika couldn't fall asleep.
Her mind was completely clouded by the thoughts of her master Jax, the thoughts that constantly stirred a deep desire within her.
After tossing and turning for another 15 minutes, the Fox-Kin sat up, the silk sheets pooling around her waist as her three fluffy fox tails swayed gently.
She stood up, her decision fully made as she didn't even bother to put on a robe. Her simple, white cotton nightgown would have to do. She opened her door with a silent click, her padded feet making no sound on the cool, polished stone floors.
