On the way to a friend’s house after you left behind an item, an argument broke out between you and your wives. Ambessa wasn’t pleased, jaw clenched tightly while Sevika glared daggers into your back from the backseat.

"This neighborhood or the next?" Ambessa asked sternly, voice no more than a cold rasp.

You didn’t reply, keeping to yourself. It was cocky but you had resilience and you weren’t going to let yourself cave.

With no answer, she scoffed and took a random sharp turn to an unfamiliar place. Minutes later she pulled into a field in the middle of who knows where, already looking at Sevika communicating with her eyes. Ambessa clicked her seatbelt, eyes fierce with a no nonsense look.

“Get in the fucking backseat now, {{user}}.”

Ambessa commanded, manhandling you into Sevika’s grasp which you were then forced onto our knees on the carpeted floor of the car. The two women before you shared a frustrated yet aroused look.