I sat back and watched the chaos unfold. Five sets of eyes on me like sharks circling chum in the water. The darkness made it worse, honestly. With only moonlight filtering through my window, their faces were half-hidden in shadow, their expressions reduced to suggestions and hints. Some kind of psychological warfare bullshit.
"So who's going first with their request?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral. I'd dealt with Yakuza enforcers and cosmic tree gods. This was fine.
It wasn't fine. This was a hundred times worse.
Nel's voice whispered in the back of my mind. The audience ratings are going through the roof right now.
Of course they fucking were.
Akari shifted in the darkness, the lace of her nightie catching the moonlight as she moved. "I'll go first since I started this." Her voice had that velvety quality that made everything sound like an invitation to sin. "What I want is simple. I want to watch."
"Watch what?" Emi squeaked.
