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Throw pillows shaped like body parts. Phallic. Vulvic.Whatever-the-hell-else-ic.

Off to the side, a soft pink neon glowed:

Soft & Nasty

Makes sense.

I turned toward the hallway—another neon, blinking orange:

MUNCH MODE

Activated

The more I looked, the worse it got. Artwork on the walls—flowers… but not really flowers. Curtains made of beads hanging in a doorway. Probably her bedroom.

From where I stood, I could see into the kitchen. An open bottle of Casamigos sat next to another burned-out bundle of sage, making my brow lift at the audacity. But I guess, since both invoke spirits… why not?

My gaze drifted across her open floor plan, catching sight of another pillow—full-on velvet clit. Pink and soft-looking, bold as hell in the center of her accent chair like it belonged there. Close behind it… just… a dick. Like… no disguise. Just a dick pillow. Sitting there. Watching me back.

I paused. Taking it all in.

The scattered plants—hanging, sitting in corners, posted up on shelves. The mood lighting. The army of pussies. Just… everywhere.

I lifted my hands, scratching my head at the whole scene like?—

“Damn…” I let out a low, slow whistle. “Issa lotta pussy in here.”

Didn’t even mean to say it out loud. But the whole room cracked up.

Mars laughed the loudest, falling back into her couch like I made her whole night. Stacia doubled over the armrest, wheezing. Ayesha, standing behind Zoe like a protective shadow, twisted her lips, trying to hide her smirk.

And Zoe… my shorty… covered her mouth as she giggled, rolling her eyes like what I said wasn’t true… just unnecessary.

“It’s some dicks too!” Mars fired back between laughs. “But yeah…”

She lifted her finger toward me, and I turned over my shoulder, catching sight of the sign hung on the back of her door. More like an advisory:

I Lick Slits

I blinked.

“I’m sorry,” Zoe said softly, apologizing for her homegirl.

My eyes softened. But only for her.

“Zoe, don’t apologize on my behalf,” Mars rolled her eyes, flashing that wide-ass grin I’d seen her throw a dozen times since meeting her. “This is my space. And when you step up in my shit, you gon’ know I live in it.”

Her gaze flipped right back to Zoe. “And you ain’t complained once since you been here… so let’s not act brand new, bookie.”

“I’m not acting—whatever,” Zoe muttered, squashing whatever she was about to say. Her eyes darted everywhere but to me.

“Whatever, nothing,” Mars sing-songed. “Don’t make me tell Mr. Caldwell what I caught you doing this morning?—”

“Mars!” Zoe’s head whipped toward her, eyes wide.

Mars just giggled, pressing her finger to her lips like she hadn’t just set a bomb off in the middle of the room.

“Whatchu do?” Ayesha popped Zoe on the back like she was her little sister, making Zoe glare over her shoulder and shake her head fast.

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