The women entered one by one, moving with purpose. Cat and Lulu chose cushions side by side.
The freedom of their private chamber still gave them a quiet strength that showed in the way they sat—shoulders relaxed, eyes calm. Bri and Luna sat close enough for their shoulders to touch without hesitation.
Elara and Lira arrived together and traded steady glances with Isolde across the circle. The alliance was no longer whispered about in corners. It was visible in every shared look and small nod.
The husbands stood behind the circle like silent attendants. Their thin robes did nothing to hide how their locked cocks strained and leaked. Constant watching had become its own form of deep, intimate humiliation, and they bore it without complaint.
