A deep, guttural groan erupts from a room deep in the Pleasure Palace, rolling out through the walls and down the perfumed hallway into the waiting area, where every woman seated on the plush velvet benches gasps in unison, hands flying to mouths, chests, and strings of pearls alike.
The waiting room itself has settled into a strange, hushed rhythm over the course of the morning, polite conversation dissolving every few minutes into wide-eyed silence whenever another sound drifts down the hall, followed by a fresh round of nervous, excited whispering once it fades.
Maribelle bites back a laugh. "That's the four one in an hour. He's relentless."
Beside her, Eris is already quivering, thighs pressed tight together, rubbing restlessly at herself through the fabric of her clothes, a thin sheen of sweat gathering along her collarbone despite the room's cool air.
"I can't wait anymore," she growls, low and strained. "I'm going to burst if I don't get him inside me right now."
