Before heading out, Byron glanced at Penthesilea. She nodded at him.
Obviously, he didn't need her approval. It was a wise thing to do though. He wanted to make her feel like she was in charge.
In reality, Byron was now so horny that the only thing in his mind was to take Hippolyta into a room in some castle nearby and smash her.
There was no stopping it.
His hand was still on her boob and the thought of smashing her made him increase the pressure around the area.
Hippolyta flinched, once again, because it made her look weak and intoxicated. If it wasn't for this, she should have begged him to continue what he was doing.
However, appearing weak in front of her girls wasn't something she had on her bucket list. That's why she whispered into his ear again, reminding him of her proposal.
"Let's take it somewhere private please!"
