"Just Another Day"

The mall security guard passed by them without looking. The surveillance cameras followed, scanning the corridor, completely ignoring the group of five naked girls rubbing against Kris like cats in heat. One of them—the redhead with the belly button piercing—was already on her knees, unbuttoning her jeans with her teeth while he sank his fingers into the hair of the brunette who was kissing his neck.

"Do I like this?" the blonde breathed, pulling down a friend's bra strap as if adjusting a belt.

"Obviously," Kris replied, and they laughed, as if he had said something hilarious.

None hesitated when he was shown to the next bench. None flinched when I tried, between kisses: "Sit down. Spread your legs. I want to see who gets wet first."

And so, ten minutes later, three of them were openly masturbating while the other two licked their nipples, all laughing at something they didn't even remember. An elderly couple walked by, pushing a baby stroller. The woman glanced at the group, then at her husband.

"It's so hot, isn't it, honey?"

"Oh, yes. They should put more air conditioning in here."

Kris transmitted. The baby in the stroller whimpered. He made a mental *shhh* sound—and the child instantly calmed down, its eyes heavy.

*Too much power*, he thought, as the redhead moaned and came against his leg.

What the hell.

It was just another day.