This was absolutely the life for Sloth. She sank into the sofa, eyes half closed as she watched TV in a stoned fog. And all she had to do, for all this lazy luxury, was open her legs on occasion. They even did it while watching TV yesterday, so she hadn't even really had to pay attention to the thrusting that had been going on.
She just had to hold her position and never leave. She'd texted Wrath five days ago not to wait up. Now she lounged in yoga pants she'd taken from the washing basket and a teeshirt from Scooter's drawer, and let everything come to her.
"Iunno," she replied to Scott, shrugging one shoulder. "If you want."