Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191129031254

@Everyone: “Hmph, have it your way. No skin off my buried bones.” Cyndwella waves Prad off and floats away to the room offered, Samia chasing after her.

Marcus watches Prad walk away but doesn’t say anything. He knew it didn’t matter, as Prad gave the room as a gift of sorts and most likely Prad was ready to wonder the castle halls again. Marcus turned and followed after his wives.

Cyndwella and Samia has reached the room before Marcus did and already begun making themselves comfortable. Samia was undressing, and Cyndwella watched while sitting on an ornate chair of master craftsmanship, with a hungry gaze and devious smile. Only a few candles were lit in the room, giving it a romantic atmosphere despite the weather conditions outside.

Samia removes her dress completely and Cyndwella couldn’t resist to act. As Marcus entered the room he was greeted with the sight of his loving wives enjoying eachother. The both of them looked to Marcus as he closed the door. Their eyes shimmered in the candle light, they gestured to him seductively, beckoning him to join them. Marcus walked over to the assortment of wine bottles and took his time looking through them, building the anticipation.

Marcus wasn’t allowed to play this game long, as Cyndwella’s tins and chains wrapped around Marcus and brought him to the bed.

“Think you can play with me and Sam like that? Bad Schmoopy.” Cyndwella looks to Samia. “What do we do first?”

“Get his pants off....” Samia says undoing his belt.