Mea answers

The air crackles with tension as Mea's pulse skyrockets, Vera's green bracelet isn't the only thing glowing now. Max's hand slides possessively up Mea's thigh under the table, fingers teasing the edge of her dampness through the nightgown. Neither of them notice the suite door clicking open behind them.

Mea's fingers tighten around her wineglass. "We're... figuring it out," she manages, watching Vera's towel slip dangerously low with each breath. The scent of jasmine mingles with salt and arousal, she can practically taste the electricity between them.

Vera's slender figure is deceiving as her breasts under the towel, large, natural, and perky, threaten to spill free when she leans forward to refill their glasses. "Mmm, figuring it out is half the fun," she purrs, deliberately letting the towel gap open as she reaches across the table. "Felix and I started with just watching... ended up with me bent over the balcony railing while three strangers..."

A deep voice cuts her off from the doorway. "While three strangers learned what a greedy little slut my Vera is." A tall, broad-shouldered man strides in, his olive skin glistening with sweat as he drops a bottle of champagne on the counter. His eyes rake over Mea's flushed face before locking onto Max. "Hope my girl hasn't been corrupting you two *too* much."

Mea's breath catches as Felix steps closer, his muscular frame towering over them, the thin fabric of his shorts doing nothing to hide the thick outline of his arousal. Vera's towel finally gives up entirely, pooling at her feet as she rises to kiss him hungrily, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest.