While Joy's soul traversed the divine realms, having conversations that would reshape her entire understanding of existence, the scene unfolding in the bedroom was decidedly more...earthly.
After all, neither Cassius nor Carmela had any idea what was happening in the spiritual plane.
To them, Joy had simply been sitting silently in the corner, eyes closed, hands clasped as if in prayer.
They assumed she was meditating, communing with her goddess in her usual way.
And frankly, they were far too occupied to care.
The two of them were like animals in heat, completely consumed by each other.
Carmela lay sprawled across the sheets, her usual composed demeanor shattered into a million pieces.
Her coffee-brown skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.
Her fangs were fully extended, but not from hunger—from pure, overwhelming pleasure.
Between her legs, Cassius was thoroughly occupied.
