At that moment when his guard was down—.
The door of his room quickly swung open.
'Shit!'
Akamir quickly moved his pants back up and Sephrina flinched.
He quickly pushed the chair away from the woman.
Sephrina blinked innocently before her annoyed look moved towards the door.
From the outside Inara walked in within the room.
Her gaze first moved towards Akamir sitting on the corner adjusting his shirt.
Then, her eyes turned towards Sephrina kneeling on the floor.
For a breath the room went utterly still.
Akamir rubbed his eyes already feeling a headache.
Sephrina remained kneeling where she'd dropped, her emerald cloak spread like a small field of green.
And Inara stood framed in the doorway, staring down at her.
"Inara—" Akamir started.
Her gaze shifted to him, cool and sharp. "I see you're… occupied."
Sephrina straightened slowly, brushing dust from her skirt with deliberate calm.
