Seamus stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair as he glanced out the window. The sky had already turned dark, the castle lights warming the room with a soft glow. He shut the curtains and exhaled.
"Tonight should be Diane's turn," he murmured to himself. "I need to do my best. She wants to evolve."
He turned toward the bed, just in time for his door to click open.
Diane stepped inside… and Isolde followed right behind her, closing the door with an all-too-familiar, deliberate slowness.
"Uh…" Seamus lifted a brow. "Isn't tonight supposed to be Diane only?"
"Change of plans," Isolde said, gliding in like she owned the room, which honestly, she probably thought she did.
"Unless, of course, you want to pretend you don't fantasize about having a threesome with mother and daughter."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're not wrong, but you're definitely suspicious."
