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What Fresh Hell Is This

A rumble in the walls stirred Lillian out of her trance. She stared at the ceiling, wondering if it would break from the activity above her. She instantly regretted the decision to have her room below Mason's. Ever since he returned with Xenia, they have been fucking non-stop, with only small intermissions in between.

Lillian grabbed something close to her and threw it at the ceiling before returning to the smoky, floor-length mirror. She grabbed the edges, willing Melania to show soon, and just like that, she did. Melania was lying in a field of flowers and only opened her eyes when the image of her filled the mirror.

"Why are you calling me," Melania asked with a hint of irritation. "Every time you do, it costs me, Lillian."

Lillian flinched at the tone in Melania's voice before pointing to the ceiling. Melania looked around and didn't see anything, so she listened and could hear the faint noises of sex.

"What the hell kind of porno shit you're bringing me, Lillian?"

"It's bee
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