"To what do we owe all these?"
Vulcan said, leaning into the comfy chair decked with the skin of wild cats. His contention shouldn't be from where they had gotten the chair or the skin, twas none of his business. His only contention was what the five ladies were doing in his room at that moment.
He sat up for a while since none of them would give him a reply. He didn't know what that was supposed to mean to them. The silence was nauseating to him.
Three of the ladies were seated on the bed, one on the chairs opposite that he was seated on, and the last one doing what he had no idea of.
"Are you guys the visitors or something?"
He quizzed again. He was sharing his gaze amongst the ladies. Twas quite hard for him to fix a gaze on only one of them.
Each of the ladies was equally beautiful. And his weakness was beauty, his addiction boobs. The ladies also have equal sizes of boobs.