"Yay!"
Monica twitched her waist as she did a little snake dance in front of her mates.
"Finally, that bitch left," she shouted happily. "And now Vincent is mine, mine! Ah, fuck!" As she twitched her waist, Monica lost her balance and fell to the floor. "I fucking hate this! That bitch must have been badmouthing me." she said angrily. However, when she saw her mates looking at her, she bit her lip.
No need to pretend in front of them anyway.
"Haa! Prepare a dress for me. And Alan, where's that makeup you brought for me?" she said as she walked towards the bed. "Quickly, help me get ready! That bitch has left, and I need to quickly seduce Vincent."
Her male mates quickly brought her the newly purchased, fine, tight red dress. Alan brought the makeup.
