One by one, they began to dress. Fabrics sliding over bare skin, muffled laughter, complicit glances.
Vergil sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, watching. But not just any girl. His eyes were fixed on Zex.
She was trembling slightly, her movements hesitant as she lifted a pair of black lace panties. The garment seemed too small to hide anything, and the way she put it on, trying to cover as much and as little as possible at the same time, revealed how disconnected she was from her surroundings.
She was visibly uncomfortable. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged, her eyes avoiding his at all costs.
Then a pair of underpants flew in her direction.
"Aren't you coming?" Sapphire asked, already dressed, fixing the collar of the oversized shirt that was clearly his.
Vergil caught the garment in the air, without looking away from Zex.
