"Master, are you still there?" Stuart came to report again, but he knew that Sinclair and Ainsley were in the in-ground hot tub. When he opened the door, all kinds of scenarios that he thought of had been topped. He thought these two still had some boundaries. Apparently, they had none.
With seemingly dead eyes, Stuart stared at this master and the human he chose. Ainsley was sitting on Sinclair, sleeping like a koala on his tree. He was even straddling the dragon in their underwear. How was this appropriate for friends?
"If it's not about Roth, you should find me later." As if he knew what Stuart was thinking of, Sinclair only hissed as he was caught in another strange position with Ainsley. Luckily, it was just Stuart; if it was someone else, the dragon would have made use of the hot tub's water. It was not like he was embarrassed, but he didn't want to be disturbed at all.
