The only thing that kept Maravi from exploding was Seravi's tight grip on her arm, even as she watched Flonda unwillingly buckle Voldrak's pants, her eyes showing that she would rather continue, especially since the rod she handled still seemed willing to continue.
"The report!" Voldrak sighed as he moved to sit on the bed, a deep frown on his face as he realized that the desire he had previously felt and easily pushed to the back of his mind could no longer be chained there.
Even as he sat on the bed speaking normally to Flonda, he realized that he would rather be doing something else.
"We got suitable clothes for you!" Maravi said, picking a bundle out of all they had bought and tossing it right at Flonda, who easily caught it, surprised to unfold a long black gown. It would have been perfect for her, if not for the fact that it seemed to cover every part of her, including her arms.
"You really expect me to wear—"
