Chapter 13 : Breaking Point
Raquel’s POV
“They’re quite talented, aren’t they?”
“Hmm?” I know what I must have looked like, eyes heavily lidded with drink, pupils blown in equal parts lust and sleepiness. He was warm, Mal, which made it all the easier to lean into him and drift mindlessly for a moment, as we watched the two pixies waltz. The pair were on the countertop, an easy enough feat when they were barely a foot high, scattering pixie dust everywhere since there was no kitchen staff to oppose them.
It hardly mattered anyway, with the way the orgies were going, the cleaning staff would probably be working overtime. I would have thought poor Marina except she’d gone home hours ago, wrapped up in the arms of a sleek, cloven-footed satyr musician. I hoped for her sake, he was worth it.