"Hello? Is someone here?"
The three froze, breath caught, hearts racing. But at the tent's edge, Rodion's shimmering veil flickered—an illusion of an old woman's silhouette, quietly rocking, her shadow wavering in the soft lantern light. The silhouette leaned forward, a bony hand gesturing in the air.
Mikhailis leaned between them, his voice a breathless whisper. "Answer them. Swap between the two of you. Stay calm."
Serelith's voice came first, a perfect mimicry of a grandmother's rasp. "Yes, child… come for your fortune?"
The visitor hesitated. "Oh… yes… I just… I had a question about…"
But beneath that calm, Mikhailis's hips didn't stop. His length pushed deeper into Serelith, her body trembling beneath him, her violet eyes widening, her voice a muffled gasp. "M-Mmmhh…!" Her fingers clawed at his back, her teeth biting her lower lip to stifle the moan that built within her.
