His wives were watching.
Akane's nine tails had reached their full, magnificent spread—the crimson of all nine fully extended, tips curled upward with the expression of someone who has witnessed something that deserves acknowledgment. Her golden eyes followed the scene with the slow, warm amusement of a woman who has watched her husband exercise his particular brand of persuasion enough times to recognize the stages.
Yu Xiang was looking at the hand working between the giant slave's thighs with the specific professional attention of a woman who takes notes. Not enviously. Just: comprehensively.
Sabrina's arms were no longer folded. They were at her sides. Her tail was fully upright. Her golden eyes were very wide.
Helvora had one hand over her mouth. Not in shock—in the specific containment of a woman suppressing an expression that has decided to happen without consultation.
