After a sweet and tender moment with Aya, Julian finally emerged from the bedroom. Aya followed shortly after, walking slowly with a glowing, shy smile on her face and Julian's cum visibly leaking down her inner thighs. She sat down quietly, still blushing.
The holographic randomizer spun once more.
Beatrix.
Beatrix stood up with her usual tired expression, but there was a faint, possessive smirk on her lips. She adjusted her messy dark blue hair and took Julian's hand, leading him into the private room.
Once the door closed, Beatrix turned to face him. She let her robe fall to the floor with slow, deliberate grace.
Julian's breath caught in his throat.
