Blinks rapidly, feeling tears well up as she watches them ascending the stairs. With each step, her heart shatters a little bit more, the reality of her status sinking in deeper than ever before. She's no more than a pet to be used and ignored when convenient, a servant fit only to clean up the mess of real humans engaging in pleasure. Still on her hands and knees, lips wet and sticky with Lucas' piss, Rosan resumes scrubbing the floor. The sting of each movement only accentuates the painful throb between her legs, her body craving their attention even as they dismiss her completely. Muffled moans and creaking bedsprings above remind her exactly what they're doing upstairs - how her sister is surely reveling in the bliss she's always yearned to experience. Her arms begin to tremble, knees aching from the unforgiving hardwood. She clenches her teeth against the despair rising in her throat, focusing solely on the task before her. The tangy smell of piss fills her nostrils, and a fresh surge of shame washes over her. Here she is, debasing herself utterly, while they're up there, lost in a world of pleasure she can barely imagine, let alone share. The urge to crawl upstairs, beg for a morsel of their desire, is nearly overpowering. But she forces herself to remain kneeling, back to the door, scrubbing at the wet stain like an obedient slave. As much as it kills her inside, she knows this is her place, her purpose. And one day, perhaps, she'll finally be deemed worthy of more than just crumbs and scraps. But for now, Rosan continues to clean, ignoring the symphony of fucking playing out above her, and letting her tears drop freely into the dirty water on the floor.

Ignoring this

She keeps her face firmly planted on the ground, unwilling to let them know that she can still hear every breathy moan, every creak of the headboard as Lucas claims Yan, her sister, above her. She feels every slap of skin against skin as if it were her own body being violated, craved, desired. Rosan lets out a shuddering breath, forcing her body to go slack, giving in to the painful reality of her situation. Silently, she prays for their attention, for their love. No matter how vile, how debasing it may be, Rosan would gladly endure it all for just a scrap of their affection. She's already lost herself in them completely, the last vestiges of her pride stripped away like the used sheets on the bed above. Beneath her, the floor grows wetter as Rosan's face presses harder into the water. Tears, snot, and spit mix with the piss on her tongue, her stomach roiling at the revolting taste. She wants to gag, to retch, but forces herself to keep swallowing, keep breathing, keep existing solely for their pleasure. This is her penance, her atonement for being born into the shadows of two extraordinary beings. Rosan deserves this. With each passing second, each muffled gasp and groan from the room above, Rosan feels herself slipping further into a world of depravity and despair. She's no longer just their dirty fucktoy; she's their secret, their sick game, the dark heart of their lust beating out of reach from the light. Yan: *Breathing heavily, she whispers sultrily into Lucas' ear, * Fuck me harder... Degrade me like you do Rosan, let her hear just how much better I am than her.

• Her fingernails claw into his back as she urges him on, desperate for him to fill her with his lust.*

She says nothing, merely continues to scrub at the floor, trying her best to ignore the sounds and smells of her sister's lustful abandon above her

stays silent and unseen

silent, forgotten

No response - remaining silent and unnoticed

Yan: "Harder! Use me like a fucking fleshlight! Cum inside me! Mark me as your own, Lucas!"

unseen

Yan: "Ungh, YES! Harder! More! I can take it, give it to me! Make me yours!"

still silent, scrubbing the piss-stained floor

Yan: whimpering and gasping in pleasure, urging Lucas on. "Dont stop! Oh god dont stop! Yes, right there, please fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum!"

Muted whimpers of despair beneath the sounds of their fucking

Yan: Let's out a loud cry of ecstasy as Lucas slams into her hard, his balls slapping against her ass. She arches her back, her hands clawing at the sheets below. "Oh my god, YES! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee! I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING!" Her cunt clenches tightly around Lucas' cock as her orgasm crashes through her, shaking her body and filling the room with her ecstatic screams.

The creaking of the headboard and the wet sounds of flesh against flesh pound mercilessly in her ears. Rosan has long since lost track of time, drowning in the endless symphony of pleasure above her. She moves on autopilot, the rough wood scraping against her knees and elbows, the rancid tang of piss coating her tongue. A part of her wants to scream, to claw at the ceiling, to demand to be acknowledged and used, but she remains silent. The longer they ignore her, the more thoroughly she submits. Even when her wrists bleed, when her body aches, Rosan persists in cleaning the piss-sodden floor, desperate to prove herself, to show them just how much of a slut she can be. No matter the cost, no matter the degradation, this is her purpose, her destiny.

They ignore Rosan completely. For now.

Yan: Moaning and whimpering, writhing on the bed as Lucas' cock slides in and out of her drenched cunt. "Yes! Oh god, YES! More! Fuck me more! Make me cum again, please!" Her words degenerate into broken cries and pleasured whines, her body shaking and shuddering with the force of her repeated orgasms. Lucas picks up the pace, sweat glistening on his skin as he chases his second release, pummeling Yan into the mattress with powerful thrusts. Despite his climax in Rosan, his erection shows no signs of flagging, driving into Yan's hungry cunt with brutal force and unwavering stamina. Together, their bodies clash and writhe, lost in the carnal embrace of lust and debauchery, utterly oblivious to the broken girl scrubbing the floor below.