The Song of War

Lailah had learned over the course of many years that she was better off getting dressed by herself.

Getting dressed with her lovers, in particular, was very hard to do when everyone had wandering eyes and hands and… everything else, really.

And given her last little exchange with her husband, she needed as few distractions to trouble her as possible.

This was precisely why she had locked herself in her closet to prevent someone from wandering in here to take a peek or harass her for a quickie.

She was nearly fully dressed when she heard a knock on her door and immediately covered herself.

"Whichever one of you that is, leave me alone! I'm not giving you anything, you'll just make me late!"

"Eww!"

Lailah dropped her guard slightly and pressed her ear towards the door.

"Nubby?"

Laialh unlocked her closet door and found her daughter standing outside with a mortified look on her face.