Ryn wanted to die. Truly, she saw no other option in that moment as she looked at her friend's face and then at the open bag lying on the table between them.
Prince Zen was really too much. She should have checked what he had prepared instead of bringing it here directly. She should never have thought that giving him privacy was the "polite" thing to do. What privacy? What polite? Look where that had gotten her now.
Even she, a grown Omega who had spent most of her time without a mate, did not recognize half of the things sitting in that neat black kit. She only had her trusted dildo at home to help her with her heat period. And that seemed to be enough...
But here, Prince Zen had set up an entire buffet of things. She had only seen some of these things in passing and others in those erotic books. And even then, it had always been theory, not… this.
And judging by Emira's face she probably did not recognize any of them.
Ryn swallowed. Hard.
