In the boudoir the girls awaited him. They were all golden nude and reclined at the foot of the bed on which lay Graygirl. She was somber and colorless and lovely. She took Logan’s hand as he walked over to her, gazed up into his eyes, and smiled a sleek cat’s smile. “Wild me, Sandfella,” she said to him in a husky voice.
This is definitely a male fantasy story. Lots of kink and Logan being sexed up while Jess has to go with rapey jewel dude.
