He smiled to himself, cleaned his room, and prepared the air mattress next to his bed. Inside the bathroom, Wrath let out a grateful sigh.
'Lust still can't see the carnival inhabitants. We still have some time before our first move.'
"You're still worked up about something," Eros sat on the closet pouting; still sulking about Alistair's existence.
"So are you. Let's keep our personal business to ourselves. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash of the sweat and dirt off my body," she started to rip off her clothes and exhaled from the lack of constraint from the corset.
"I appreciate you for not staying in that room with him guarding it, but I'm not jealous. It's not like a took care of you longer than anyone else."
"The less you say the better, Eros. Now go do something else. You know it makes me feel uneasy when people are watching me shower. Even spirits," she turned the shower on and soaked her hair.
