The tension in the room shifted, moving from silence to something heavy, intimate, and deliberate. The air seemed thicker, the space between them smaller.
Strax, still leaning against the wall, felt his weariness give way to a heightened alertness—not the combat alertness, but that of prey surrounded by predators who knew his every weakness.
'I'm going to be devoured… the three of us together is incredible, but I really wanted to rest a little…' Strax thought, smiling.
Scarlett was the first to move after seeing his predatory smile.
Her smile was a sharp blade, her eyes fixed on his as she knelt on the firm floor, without ceremony. Her hands found his belt, her nimble fingers working the buckles with a familiarity that allowed no hesitation. Strax let out a low sound, almost a growl, when his pants gave way, and Scarlett's warm palm enveloped his already semi-erect member.
