Akari's idea of "we should all gather in your room" somehow became a reality despite my brain's desperate attempts to plan an escape. Now my bedroom felt like a sardine can stuffed with beautiful women instead of fish—arguably better, but way more dangerous.
"So that's everyone," Skylar announced, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing nothing but grey basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. The AC in this place barely functioned on good days, and tonight wasn't a good day. Already I could feel sweat forming at the back of my neck.
The women had clearly coordinated their psychological warfare. Each had shown up in something designed to make rational thought impossible.
Natalia wore a purple silk camisole that clung to her curves and matching shorts that made her legs look endless. Her hair was down, the white streaks catching the lamplight. The Cryo-Lich Ring glinted on her finger like a warning.
