"Who will be the first to entertain us tonight?" Nerida asked, her voice carrying through the lavish chamber like a command wrapped in silk.
At once, the men moved, falling into formation with a practiced ease that made Maeve's skin prickle. There was no hesitation, no confusion. They already knew their roles. The truth was, all of them would be the entertainment for tonight.
Maeve swallowed, unsure what to expect. What kinds of activities did a harem of men engage in to please their queen? A shiver crept down her spine at the thought. Would they seek to do things to her like Lugh had done? Her breath hitched slightly, and Nerida, ever perceptive, seemed to catch it.
"They always compete for me to choose my favorite for the night." Nerida's lips curled into a smirk, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Perhaps you will choose a favorite too." Then, with a wink, she leaned in, whispering as though sharing a delicious secret.
