Laz was passed out, as was Sylvia and Ivana, their bodies a mess of sweat and other fluids. Genevieve was currently tending to Maia as Jill was laying next to Laz, cleaning up his body from the exertion he had just undergone. With a damp towel, she was wiping him down, removing the remains of their 'milking' session as she smiled.
She had not taken part, mostly because she didn't feel it was her place too but also because she still had her reservations. What Laz had feared most didn't come to pass, at least it hadn't yet. She didn't hate him nor did she try to avoid him. Instead, something about him drew her closer.
