The King's Queen
I inquire, captivated by her presence.
"Priscilla," she replies, her voice soft and sultry.
"You are absolutely beautiful, Priscilla," I remark, unable to hide my admiration.
Despite the allure of the moment, a sense of unease gnaws at the back of my mind. Ashby's disapproving gaze burns into the side of my head, but I push aside any thoughts of his judgment. As the King, I'm entitled to pursue my desires, regardless of others' opinions.
I exchange numbers with Priscilla, unable to resist the temptation of her company. With a playful swat to her backside, she saunters away, leaving me to face the disapproving glances of the twins.