‘Yes,’ Anja gasped, her head jerking forward, her gaze wild and unfocused. Her thighs clamped around me as she rode me with wild, grinding thrusts. ‘The feast... the smells... those delicious bodies, deliciously served. It tasted so good and we got horny, I seduced Tanja... uh, ahhhh. Lila, I seduced Lila. We were so horny.’


My thoughts shattered. Images flashed before my eyes: silver platters, glistening meat, cut with surgical precision. Anja's voice, thick with memories of ecstasy, painted it out: the smoky scent of roasted meat mixed with expensive perfume, the murmurs of approving guests, the *look* in her sister Lila's eyes across the table – not horror, but a dark, shared excitement.