The bathroom door opened and closed again.
Only Roy and Sebatide Hughes remained inside.
The devil, who had chased away the intruder, was not in a good mood. He continued to lick Roy's neck and lips, while his supple tail delved into the water, probing the still-unclosed opening.
"Starving."
Sebatide Hughes mumbled grumblingly, "Your brother is really stingy, Sermias wouldn't fight me for it. Why not let me kill him? He offended me..."
Roy gazed in the direction where Rocky had left, distractedly letting out a sound after a few seconds.
"Do you want to do it?"
She asked.
"You already know the answer!" Sebatide Hughes was already irritable, biting down forcefully on Roy's water-drenched slippery flesh, "I want to do it, so you must focus on serving me now..."
The words that followed were indistinct and unclear.
