Golden rays of sunlight seeped through the open window, and the cries of seagles echoed in he distance. As he lay down on his back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, Dante felt exhausted. His body didn't tire, so the previous night hadn't affected him that much. His mind, on the other hand, wasn't in its best state.
With a sigh, he forced himself up, getting off the bed. Looking behind him, he couldn't stop disgust from overwhelming him as he saw the two naked women. Of course, it wasn't their appearance, but his actions that caused his stomach to turn.
Though he enjoyed the show they put on for him and the night he spent ravaging their bodies, he couldn't help but regret it all, almost as if all of it had been a major waste of time.
-You just realizing that?-
