"Yuck! This is so disgusting!"
Thalia exclaimed, holding up Aether's clothes, which were scattered across the bed—a bed that was unmistakably soaked in the mixed nectar of both Raven and Aether.
"And the smell! Ugh! This whole room reeks!" she added, wrinkling her nose in exaggerated disgust.
"First, stop sniffing it, you idiot!" her mother snapped, glaring at her when she caught Thalia lifting Aether's underwear to her face.
Thalia coughed awkwardly and tossed the garment into a pile.
"I-I wasn't sniffing it!" she stammered, her cheeks turning a bright crimson.
Grabbing a cloth, she began scrubbing at the floor with unnecessary vigour.
"Why do we have to clean up their mess, anyway? It's not like they can't do it themselves!" she muttered, shooting a glare at Raven, who was blissfully asleep on the bed, completely unaware of the chaos around her.