A King, Sixty Women, and an Absolutely Wild Night [Part-2]
"Me too," another woman said, rubbing her face with both hands before peeking out from behind a curtain of dark hair. Her cheeks were flushed even now. "Last night His Majesty was… a little too enthusiastic."
The third woman let out a breathy laugh.
"A little?"
A fourth woman rolled onto her side, propping her chin on her palm as she looked toward the center of the room. Her smile was shy, but there was no hiding the warmth in her expression.
"He didn't hold back with any of us," she said softly. "I'm pretty sure none of us are walking normally today."
"Speak for yourself," someone else murmured.
A pause.
Then the same voice added with a faint chuckle,
"…Actually no. I'm definitely not walking either."
That earned another ripple of laughter from the scattered women around the hall.
Despite the exhaustion, the mood was light—warm, playful, the quiet satisfaction of people who had shared something intimate together.
