"Sera—"
"What?" Sera's tone remained light. "It is a simple question. So? Did you enjoy it?"
Mira's fingers tightened in her skirt. For a moment she seemed to search for a safer answer... something modest enough to protect what little dignity she still wanted to keep.
Under both of their gazes, that effort collapsed.
"…Yes," she said quietly.
Sera's eyes gleamed.
"Yes, what?"
Mira's voice dropped even further.
"Yes… I enjoyed the Young Lord's cock."
Julian watched the exchange with mild interest as he fixed one of the gems pinned on his chest.
Sera was not finished.
"Better than your husband's?"
Mira froze. Her lips parted, then closed again.
The silence stretched long enough to become its own answer.
Julian raised a brow.
"She asked you something," he said.
Mira swallowed.
"Yes," she whispered. "Better."
Sera looked openly satisfied now.
"At least you are honest. Most married women would still pretend otherwise with cum barely washed off their faces."
