The priestess's eyes moved from the cum-leaking pussy to the face. To the side profile of the woman on the floor. The face, slack-jawed and drooling, was recognizable.
Her eyes widened. The 'that-is-the-commandander-of-the-night-order' recognition hit like a physical blow. The 'the-woman-on-the-floor-with-cum-leaking-from-her-pussy-is-Berenga' realization. The 'a-high-ranking-military-officer-is-being-fucked-by-a-demon-in-a-bathroom' understanding.
Myra looked back at Viktor. At his cock, pressed against her. At his face, smirking. At his eyes, waiting.
"Please," she whispered through his palm. "I would not say. Anyone. I would not tell."
Myra's violet eyes moved. Past his shoulder. Past his body. To the scene behind him. To Berenga.
