"She looks nice in that dress, doesn't she? Her dress is a masterpiece. However, it's nothing compared to what's underneath."
Bob puffed out his chest, a blend of pride and base possession coloring his cheeks. Clearly, he was drunk too.
Suddenly, he remembered the sounds from earlier that echoed in his mind. Slick, wet flesh. Gasping moans. That sounded a lot like his wife… Quickly, he forced those thoughts out.
"My wife is a woman of refined taste. Maybe because a party like this is unusual, she dressed a little… overt today."
"Keh, overt is underrated." Grey released a large cloud of smoke, shaping it into the form of something vulgar.
"Miss Anastasia is a firecracker. I bet she feels amazing with that soft, curvy body. C'mon Bob, tell us how it feels doing it with her on the bed?"
