Oren was sulking in the reclining room with a glass of blood. Etsuko was seated primly on the edge of a seat behind him, her almond eyes trained on the back of his head. Torina lounged on a low sofa, wearing a revealing purple dress and matching heels. Loren and Micah leaned on the back of the sofa, their attention on her cleavage.
"And there's Jorick, come to join the party." Torina held up her glass in a mock toast. "I'm sure the little slaves will be along to give you your breakfast shortly - unless you've already fed?" The corner of her mouth twisted in a lascivious smirk and Katelina blushed.
Neil skulked through the door, dressed in his gray guard uniform. His dark eyes skipped from glass to glass and his shoulders sagged. "Is it spiced, again?"
"Always," Torina answered. "If you don't ……
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