Saint Lucien
Lucien's instincts had been right. When morning came, instead of the usual sweet and melodious birdsong, the air was filled with the chaotic noise of commotion both outside and within the mansion.
The racket echoed loudly, forcing him to open his eyes in irritation.
He hadn't slept at all the previous night, having spent it indulging in sex with Brigantiea and Lithira.
And the noise downstairs was like someone banging pots right next to his head, making him feel dizzy.
"What the hell is happening now?"
He muttered, sighing as he moved his arms carefully to avoid disturbing the two women sleeping beside him.
Lithira, with her sharp ears, was the first to stir. She rubbed her eyes, frowning as she asked, "Is something wrong?"
Brigantiea grunted, turning over and burying her head under a pillow. "What in the world?! Are they putting on a performance down there?"