Sylvia rolled her eyes. They really weren't very imaginative, were they. Demean themselves by competing for their son's cock. Like they could only think of a dog when they brought animals into play. There were so many more around. But she could also work her own agenda with this. She took Bell with her, leaving Mary and Arianna to do as they thought was best, which was probably belt-size skirts and tops that could only pass as lacy bikini tops.
She would do the same. But for Bell, she whispered instructions in her ear. She'd want to be picked by Leto so Leto could claim her as his and his alone, protect her from the soldiers that way. She told Bell to dress up in a short white dress and let her hair down. Told her not to talk dirty to Leto but tell him how much she loved him, how she wanted him to be her first time in everything.
Once they came back out, Bell was indeed dressed the way she'd been told, blushing and looking uncomfortable, whereas Arianna looked amused in her skimpy outfit and Mary just refused to look at anything. So close to the breaking point and still fighting it.
The girls, Arianna and Sylvia, surged forward. "Oh Leto," Arianna moaned, "please... fuck me please, use me hard and punish me for being a whore. I need to be punished."
Sylvia almost snorted, instead nuzzling her son's neck and pressing her body close. "Bell wants you," she whispered first. "I can be your slut, do all the dirty, filthy things and whore myself out for your viewing pleasure. Bell can be your pretty one just for you, to shape as you would want a woman in your bed to be."