The morning sun streamed through the bathroom window, casting long, dancing shadows on the tiled floor. Orpheus, still feeling the lingering effects of the night before, moved slowly as he stepped into the shower. The warm water soothed his aching muscles, washing away the remnants of the previous night's revelry.
Nemesis and Luna joined him, their laughter echoing in the small space. They splashed and played, their bodies glistening in the sunlight. The shower, a brief respite from the exhaustion of the night, left them feeling refreshed and invigorated.
As they dried off, Orpheus suggested they should make breakfast. The women, their energy slowly returning, agreed. The kitchen was soon filled with the familiar sounds of sizzling bacon and the clinking of dishes. Orpheus, his culinary skills honed by years of practice, moved with ease through the kitchen. Nemesis and Luna, assisted, their laughter and banter filling the air.
