The messengers, though humiliated and half-naked, remained frozen. Some lowered their eyes, aware of the disaster they had just caused. Others, despite the fear, let a nearly imperceptible smile appear, a twisted amusement at the effect their betrayal had on their former mistresses.
My eyes roamed over each of the chieftesses, lingering on their tense bodies, on the sweat beading between their breasts, on their thighs opened by nervousness and involuntary desire. Every breath seemed heavier, every muscle contracted. I let the silence last, my fingers slowly opening on my knees as I sat cross-legged, a calm, almost meditative posture, but one filled with control.
— So, is this where it all ends? I asked in a low, steady voice. Or perhaps you still think you hold something… but look around you. Every movement, every breath, every gesture… already belongs to me.
