Rihana blinked slowly. Turned her head toward Lira.
Her expression was the face of a woman who has been somewhere the language doesn't reach and has returned changed, and doesn't particularly see the problem.
"...I liked it." Her voice was hoarse. Wrecked. Completely, unmistakably 'honest.' "I was the one — I was the slut." A pause. Her thick hand came up and rested, gently, against Viktor's knee. "Don't say anything to him, leader."
Then she pressed her face against his thigh and closed her eyes.
The ground under Lira's argument simply ceased to exist.
She stood there for a full three seconds with her mouth open and no functioning counterpoint.
Rihana — 'Rihana', quiet, covered, modest Rihana — was naked and seed-full and leaning against this man's leg like a satisfied cat and 'defending him.'
Lira looked at Gwen.
Gwen looked at Lira.
Neither of them had anything.
Viktor turned to face them fully.
