Three Mates One Confession

Marcella flared, her cheeks flushing with indignation. "Shut up!"

She hadn't uttered any of that herself.

"Ms. Vance, your three mates are unique. If you want to get frisky, just go for it—three rounds in a single night? You can handle it! Oops, the Prime System is pinging me. Logging off, bye!"

With that, the System entered a selective sleep mode.

Marcella froze.

No, I'm going on strike! What doe