That evening, in the conference room.
Aiden looked across the iron table at the two Great Witches, frowning slightly, his eyes conveying a hint of helplessness, "You two are really something, half a day in and you've already caused so much trouble for me."
"I think we've been pretty well-behaved," Lamia retorted nonchalantly.
"Is sexually harassing other prisoners in the bathhouse what you call well-behaved?" Aiden asked expressionlessly. "To be honest, such things are not uncommon in prison but... that was Camilla, you know. She's a notorious thorn in the side of this core area, barely the tyrant of the prison, and your taste is quite something."
It was said that when the guards arrived to intervene, the rescued Camilla was seething with humiliation and rage—she probably never imagined she would have such a day in jail.