More hollering from the front room. I’m painfully aware that the inebriated flock of girls flopping over my couch and recliners will be able to hear almost everything.

“Should have installed proper doors instead of curtains maybe.”

The kitsune was having a hard time stifling her giggles as she hooks her thumbs in her thong and twirls around, wiggling her perky bum at me. She bends over and removes the offending piece of cloth.