(Anastasia's Point of View)
I shut my eyes, trying to extricate the vulgar controversy I just strode in on. Damnit Anastasia!
I camped outside the youngest Mezzesalma's room door and unfortunately for me, I had ambled in on him dicking some girl on his mattress, bent on all fours.
Standing outside the door, I could still heed the lady's vociferous exclamations of pleasure as she implored him to f**k her harder and the slapping of flesh together.
I shook my head and clapped my cheeks. Why the heck didn't I wait for an invitation before I strode into the room and tread in on that and why the f**k was I still here?
I was pretty sure they wouldn't criticize me for not keeping the room clean. It wasn't my diligence if the room was being exploited by its owner.
I nodded to my
