Preparations

Strax sat on the edge of the bed in the massive bedroom Scarlet had assigned him. Despite all the luxury and comfort, he felt more like a gladiator preparing for the Colosseum than a husband getting ready for dinner. With his wives in the same room, the atmosphere was... intense. 

Cassandra sat in front of a full-length mirror, meticulously adjusting the details of her dark blue dress. She glanced at Strax, frowning. "Are you seriously going to wear that?" 

Strax looked down at his casual attire and shrugged. "What's wrong with it? It's comfortable." 

Belatrix, standing in the corner adjusting her tight, elegantly embroidered red dress, laughed. "Comfortable? We're going to Elizabeth Tepes' dinner, and you think comfort is enough?!"