Chapter 817 – Primordial Sin Effects [Part 1]
The weekend came.
And with it… absolute, unapologetic chaos.
Lux's chamber looked like a battlefield.
Not the clean, tactical kind with formations and strategy.
No, this was the kind of battlefield where dignity went to die.
Silk sheets tangled like they had personally lost a war. Pillows thrown across the room like casualties. Clothing. No, not clothing, remnants of clothing scattered everywhere. Bras hanging off the chandelier like some kind of artistic statement. Panties draped over the edge of a chair that definitely did not consent to being involved in whatever happened last night.
And then there were the… tools.
Whips. Ribbons. Restraints.
A single heel, standing proudly on the table like it survived the apocalypse.
Lux blinked slowly.
"…Yeah," he muttered under his breath, voice rough but calm. "Friday."
Friday is Orgy night.
