If nothing else, I’m able to once again end the night with Zelac on a pleasurable note, so at least there’s that variety of relief available to me. As I try to settle in to sleep, already dreading having to share a dream with the damned Princes again, I’m at least entertained by the noises coming from the room with the other chosen zebras. That entitled tail-lifter was very happy to be alone with those two stallions the first day, but evidently they weren’t up to her expectations, if the sudden cessation of thumping and groaning after the third day was any indication. Now, she and the other two just yell at each other, broken up only by her pitching a fit, clearly frustrated about being unsatisfied in the bedroom.