Chapter 69

Tasia took the lapse in conversation as an opportunity to stuff her face. Using both hands to eat, she consumed the daily intake of several men, her face and hands dripping with meat juice and sauce by the time she was done. She stood, revealing a slight bulge in her stomach, and licked her fingers on the way to the bathroom for a shower.

While Tasia was busy cleaning herself, Dana’s cell phone buzzed. She picked it up to see that Eulalie had texted her. Apparently, the Arachne had some news.

Dana went into the bathroom and saw Tasia rinsing out her hair.

“We’re on,” she said. “Lala wants us in the command center.”

“Let me finish up.” Tasia ran her hands through her hair twice to make sure all the suds were gone, then turned off the shower. She shook herself off, then got out.

“You know, you don’t have to shake if you have one of these,” Dana said, holding out a towel.

“Force of habit,” Tasia admitted.

After changing into the clothes the rat