Majestria was tied to the front of the tree, Lickthorn strapped to the right, and Chestelle bound to the left. All three of them stared at Finn like dogs hearing the word treat.
"Why aren't you tied here with us?!" Majestria barked.
"Please get under this rope with me~" Lickthorn purred.
"Can you hold me?" Chestelle whispered.
They all spoke at once.
Finn smirked like he'd just been given the greatest opportunity in history. He raised his hands, gesturing for them to calm down.
"Ladies, ladies. Relax. One at a time." He chuckled—for absolutely no reason.
The tent went dead quiet. Everyone stared at him. Finn's smirk wavered, his confidence collapsing, until—
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Chestelle smacked her bound feet together like a deranged seal. "Amazing as always, master!" she chirped, way too happy. The awkwardness grew tenfold.
