A Wrench in Plans

Late at night after the festivities were over, Abaddon left most of the men who had passed out on the floor of the man cave.

Silently, he returned to his bedroom while smelling lightly of liquor.

It was around 2 in the morning currently, and Abaddon was unsurprised to find his women already in bed and asleep.

His silent footsteps carried him directly into the bathroom, where he ran boiling hot water and sank into the tub after removing what little clothing he had on.

Sighing, Abaddon sank into the water and closed his eyes while letting out a weary sigh.

"Uh-oh. If you're tired, then maybe we should have come to get you sooner."

Opening his eyes, Abaddon found a rather stupefying sight before him.

Ayaana was up and about; wearing a loose black silk robe that hung open untied and left most of her assets on full display.