Finn was dead asleep, blissfully unaware of the circus happening around him—girls bickering, sitting on his shoulders, screaming at Ardin, and Majestria bouncing her fat booty against his neck like she was riding a prize horse.
He'd had enough. He just… let go. Body, mind, everything. If they wanted to squabble and fight over him, fine. If there was paperwork about what happened down there, also fine. He was out.
But then a terrifying realization struck somewhere in the dark fog of his unconscious brain.
If he was asleep… the girls had free rein over his body.
His blood froze.
With the way they'd been acting recently? God only knew what they'd do. Even worse—what if they took his precious Slime Melo off him? That was not just terrifying. That was apocalyptic.
Not okay. Not okay at all.
