Gloria's foot connected with his ribs, her expression cold and composed even as she delivered each strike with precision. Felicia followed suit, her tail whipping behind her as she kicked his side with elegant, controlled movements. They moved in perfect sync, one striking while the other recovered, their attacks relentless.
Javier curled into a ball, his arms wrapped around his head as he rolled across the soft mattress. "Ow! Ow! Ow! I said not the face! My beautiful face is my greatest asset! You can't damage the merchandise!"
"Merchandise!?" Gloria's brow twitched as she delivered another kick, harder this time.
"Did you just call yourself merchandise!?" Felicia's foot slammed into his side, her tail lashing with irritation.
Gracelle and Celine stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold. They glanced at each other, their lips twitching before they both raised their hands to cover their mouths, soft laughter escaping through their fingers.
