Kapitel 217: Showcase, Part Thirty-Five

The evening air was cool as Isabella strolled out of her room with a very wide grin spread across her face.

Behind her, Armia lay sprawled across the bed, her eyes glazed over, breathing heavily as if her soul had just been sucked out of her.

Which, in some ways, it sort of had.

[Good work, Isabella,] she thought, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Oh, it had been a very, very rewarding afternoon.

Isabella stretched her arms above her head, feeling every muscle relax as she made her way through the halls and out towards the garden. Laughter echoed in the distance, the voices of her friends mixing with the soft chirping of crickets as the sun began to set.

Though a bit of time had passed given that Isabella had just spent most of the day with some darian dick in her mouth, the others were still there. Margaret, Melisa, Javir, Melistair, Raven, all of them were still gathered, talking, and sharing a drink.