Mara and Matilda met at the top of the stairs, both women appearing slightly disheveled, their hair tousled and clothing askew from their recent activities. Matilda's larger boobs hung inside her gown as she glanced at Mara who had sweat on her face and a couple of some stray white substance.
Matilda glanced at Mara, noting the shared flush on their faces, and a smirk tugged at her lips as she began her descent.
As Matilda headed downstairs, Mara caught her gaze with a smirk of her own, clearly intrigued by what was happening. Mara turned to head back upstairs, but not before she shot Zafron a look filled with both amusement and desire.
Matilda approached him with a purposeful stride, her voice laced with playful irritation. "Hey, what took you so long to return? Didn't you say you just wanted some water?"
