The room still smelled of blood and sweat when Freja and Ashley's synchronized moans echoed like an invitation too impossible to ignore.
Thomas stopped short, his hand already on the handle of the front door. Catherine's aphrodisiac gas was still affecting them, coursing through their bodies and settling between their legs.
"Girls… I think we should leave now. Sera can take care of…" he began, gesturing vaguely toward Catherine, who lay curled up in a bloody heap on the floor.
Freja let out a low, playful giggle as she approached with deliberately slow steps, swaying her hips. Her purple eyes gleamed with that same mix of amusement and hunger she always had when she wanted to get her way.
"Leave?" she repeated, almost purring. "Master~, you're going to please me right here."
Ashley slid beside her with the feline elegance that defined her. She bit her lower lip and let out a theatrical sigh while fanning herself with one hand.
