Phorsaal can see a burnt chunk of meat in the pan.
The slaves hang their heads in shame, unwilling to meet her eyes.
"Really guys. She's right. What were you even thinking?" Felicia huffs.
"Uhh... Your towel fell off..." Jolen mutters.
Felicia looks down with surprise, then rolls her eyes and looks back at Jolen. "So what? Don't change the subject!" She grumbles, crossing her arms under her breasts.
Every one of the slaves stares at her in astonishment, then looks at Phorsaal. "Umm... What did you do to her?" Ash asks, blinking.
"Just so you know, I have pepper spray in my bag and am not afraid to use it." She says, rolling her eyes and taking his hand, the other in her bag.