Henry lay sprawled like a satisfied sinner across the royal chaise lounge, wearing nothing but a towel and the kind of smug glow that only comes from divine booty-based triumphs.
His cheeks were still trembling from the Bounce Trial.
His soul? Slightly fried.
His loins? Dangerously fluffed.
Seraphina sat beside him with a grape between her fingers, staring down at him like he was a cross between royalty and a very obedient golden retriever.
"You're lucky I love dumbasses," she murmured, popping the grape into his mouth.
Henry chewed slowly, then opened one eye. "Am I... still glowing?"
Climaxa checked her clipboard. "Moist Level: 98%. Emotional Stability: Low. Post-Bounce Radiation: Unregulated."
Henry blinked.
"Translation?"
Seraphina sighed. "Your ass is still charged with sacred energy. If anyone squeezes you too hard, Milforia might flood."
Moistessa entered, wearing a priestess robe that clung to her curves like sin. "Speaking of floods, it's time."
