The house is now hushed, the faint glow of the living room lamp spilling into my small bedroom, casting soft shadows across the plain walls and cluttered desk. The air carried the lingering warmth of Aeri's lasagna, but the coziness of home felt strained with Raya and Kalina here, their presence a sharp reminder of the night's chaos—the brothel, the subway fight, their tearful pleas to stay.
I stood by my bed, my black t-shirt wrinkled, my long hair falling into my eyes, my body heavy with exhaustion. The girls had followed me in after dinner, their chatter fading, their energy shifting to something else as they stood in the doorway, their crumpled dresses catching the dim light.
"Hey… Ezra…" Raya's voice was low, sultry, as she reached for the zipper of her short pants, tugging it down with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid to the floor, pooling around her legs, leaving her in just her red top, the boob window revealing her skin and her pussy naked open in front of me.
