No, I'll stay with the fox girls.

Scarlet rolls her eyes. “I’ll run a meeting with all of us in the morning, then after breakfast, at least there, you have to meet your fellow cutthroats.”

You shake hands, and just in time, Arabella returns. She’s not with the twins, which worries you initially, but noticing how good of a mood she’s in, you decide there is no point in doing so.

Arabella's bright amber eyes light up as she bounds over to hug you. “You know, I have a pretty good feeling about this. Besides that one bitch that tried to rouse us.”

“I doubt you’ll have to deal with her much,” you tell Arabella, but she doesn’t look so sure. The cafeteria tent begins to stir with activity. Without looking hard, you notice Gwendolen and Mikko with a small circle of other people. You see a few other humanoids with animalistic features and pause. “The circus has more NSH’s?”

Arabella follows your gaze, her mouth going sideways. “Yes, but they’re not really anything to bark about.”

“No puppy girls, huh?”

“What?” Arabella looks at you. She sees your grin and rolls her eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

It’s not long before the twins regroup with you. Once you’re in line, there’s a cheerful discussion about being working at the Afterlife Circus. Surprisingly, Gwendolion seems the most ecstatic, probably because you hadn’t seen any clowns since your arrival, but you had a feeling that was because the “clowns' ' were out of costume. However, you’ve decided not to bring that up.

With filled-up trays, you take a table and start eating in comfortable silence, which none of you are eager to disrupt. Across the room, you see Scarlet and the other contractors; unlike your table, there’s a lot of conversation and laughter. You quickly spot the man who was on stage when you arrived. He’s hungry, looking around the table like an unheard joke was thoroughly enjoyed on that side of the room. Even Scarlet is smirking slightly, her black hair swaying as she shakes her head in mock disapproval.

It takes a moment after you've finished your meals for your table to become stir-crazy. Arabella cranes her name and reaches for your upper thigh, suggestively close to your cock.

“Should we send the others off with Scarlet so they can get ready for bed?” Her voice is low as she whispers close to your ear. “I’d like to spend some time with you before we go our separate ways for the night, master.”

Gwendolion seems distracted, staring over at the contractor's table. You can’t get the angle right, but you’re confident she’s NOT looking at Scarlet…