“What the heck is going on here?”. Someone screamed behind them. Causing them to quickly disengage, pulling Lyra behind them to cover her body as she hurriedly adjusted herself.

“Lyra?? Are you three eating my daughter out? In a fucking training ground?”. Lyra’s father, James, a man in his late thirties walked towards them.

“No father, it’s not what you think”. Lyra quickly responded, readjusting her top.

“So you’re saying I’m blind and I don’t know what I am seeing? ...