Dorian fell to the surface of the bed.
His shirt had already been pulled off, and all that he had on were his boxers and his white, sweat-soaked socks.
Radiating outside from the window were the lights from the bulbs and also the sounds of people still partying at a distance.
However, in that moment, Dorian's attention was far from that.
Standing at the front of the bed were his supposed wives: Maria, Seraphina, and Ishtar, all of whom were also dressed in their underwear.
The looks on their faces were quite scary.
If Dorian didn't know better, he would have assumed they wanted to devour him raw. Then again, that wouldn't be far from the truth.
The truth of the matter was that the moment everyone's attention had drifted away from Dorian and the people were now focused on celebrating with one another, the girls made a plan to take Dorian to a nearby building and finally have their way with him.
