Lory’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she looked between the much less handsome fellow and her dear sister. Then, she crinkled her nose.

“You mean he can’t,” she dropped to a whisper, though not nearly quietly enough.

She jacked the air above her crotch with a disgusted yet intrigued look.

“Get it up?”

And then looked blatantly to Tobias again, letting her hand drop limply in equally subtle emphasis.

Those hands were up when Alice screamed Anne’s name, and Lory too was at the side offering a hand.

Unfortunately, this also meant her nice dress got sprayed with only slightly diluted vomit.