Chapter 31 – A Day Off (+18)
The dawn arrived, bathing in light the absolute disaster left behind after the orgy.
Overturned cups, sticky little puddles of spilled wine, colorful underwear scattered everywhere like it had rained lace thongs.
The hall looked like the battlefield of the gods of pleasure.
William, half-naked, sat up among the disheveled cushions, scratching his chest.
At his feet was a tiny red thong, so small it seemed like a provocation in itself.
The lace was torn at the side, stained with shiny fluids.
He picked it up between two fingers, smiling.
"Wonder who the owner of this beauty was," he murmured.
Thom, lying on his back with two girls clinging to his neck like stuffed animals, let out a grunt and waved him away lazily.
Dixon, completely naked except for a leather bracelet on his wrist, was sitting on a couch, devouring an apple like it was a champion's breakfast.
"I think it belonged to the blonde with the huge tits," he said with his mouth full. "The one who came all over my face last night."