As soon they dragged him into the mansion, Pyris was surrounded. Pyris barely had a moment to catch his breath before his women dragged him to the estate. The women ushered Pyris into his bedroom with a playful energy that bordered on mischief. The moment the door closed behind them, they formed a loose circle around him, their gazes lingering.
"You smell like sweat and fire," Alera teased, crossing her arms as her eyes scanned him. "Not very princely of you, dragon."
"I call it the scent of hard work," Pyris replied, smirking despite himself.
Emilia stepped closer, a devilish gleam in her eyes. "It's not unpleasant… but we can't let you go to dinner like this, can we?" Her fingers brushed against his arm as if testing the heat of his skin.
"I say we throw him in the shower," Aurelia suggested, leaning against the doorframe. "Or maybe we join him. You know, to make sure he doesn't miss a spot."