The heavy silence that followed Roxanne's announcement was broken only by the panting sound of Vergil's still-rapid breathing and the almost audible throbbing of his member, which remained erect and tense against his abdomen, awaiting the next act.
Ada, whose face was still flushed from the heat of her own observed pleasure, slid off the arm of the armchair with a feline grace that contrasted with the animalistic fury of the previous scene.
Her dark eyes scanned the sweaty, disheveled bodies around her before landing on Vergil, and a small, intimate smile touched her lips.
Instead of moving directly toward him, as the others had done, she stood up completely, her legs slightly trembling, and walked with deliberate steps toward a dark leather bag that lay beside the sofa.
"I'll be right back," she murmured, her voice still carrying a hoarse tone, but now containing a note of secrecy.
