But just as Joy was spiraling deeper into her existential crisis, something caught her attention.
Something that made her blood run cold.
Cassius, who had been calmly stroking Carmela's back in what seemed like a wholesome, comforting manner, had shifted his hands slightly.
And now, those same hands were moving around to the front.
And he was starting to unbutton her top.
Button by button, he was exposing more of her skin.
Maria who also noticed gasped beside her.
But Joy's reaction was much more exaggerated.
Her eyes turned ice cold.
Fury, pure and silent, radiated from her like a physical force.
She rose from the bed slowly, deliberately, her aura flaring to life around her. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
"What..." She said, her voice low and terrifyingly calm. "...do you think you're doing, Cassius?"
Cassius looked up, his hands freezing mid-motion.
"I could excuse you holding her like that."
