Left alone in Daine's bedroom, Shamisha woke up to the sound of rampant moans from the next room over. At first, she stared blankly at the ceiling with not a single thought running through her head. But as she realized what those voices were, a deep crimson flush took over her face in an instant. Rising from the bed, she pressed her ears to the wall and listened to the moans coming from the owner's personal guest room.
'I-is that Diane?' With a gulp, she honed in on the voice. And the more clear it became the deeper her blush grew. She was listening to the sounds of a friend being used as a machine for mating–or at least in her technical mind, that's the definition she could come up with. 'B-but with who?'
Trying to think back to before she fainted, she remembered not a single man being on the main floor of the inn. But then as she tried some more, she remembered seeing Raven's face as he'd carried her to the bedroom.
