The sight of Sharon broken and babbling on the silk sheets sent a wave of raw, electric awe straight through the minds of the watching women.
Beside the bed, Daphne—the other newly recruited friend who had just joined the pavilion's registry—slowly ran her tongue over her lower lip, her chest heaving as a dangerous, burning heat ignited deep within her core. Her eyes locked onto her friend's euphoric, drooling state, her mind rapidly executing a single, ambitious calculation: if a newcomer like Sharon could boldly demand and receive such a mind-melting treatment within her first ten minutes, then she possessed the exact same operational opportunity to claim the giant's favor for herself.
Meanwhile, a heavy, deeply agonizing sense of regret instantly washed over Meave, Mirah, Cardis, and Clare.
