Shang Tsung tossed in his bed and rubbed the person next to him. He smiled in his sleep and pushed the person closer to him.
"Shang Tsung?"
"Good morning… Quan Chi." Shang Tsung opened his eyes, but the person snuggling him wasn't Quan Chi.
"It's not Quan Chi." Francine rubbed her eyes and snuggled into the crook of Shang Tsung's neck. "He wanted me to sleep between you two."
Shang Tsung groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. All he remembered was that he and Francine had one moment of having a glass of wine, and now the duo and Quan Chi slept together.
"Is Quan Chi awake?"
Francine gently shook the man beside her, and Quan Chi slapped her hand away.
"Go to sleep. I watched over you two last night." Quan Chi said.
"I was going to say, I thought we did some freaky shit," Francine said.
Shang Tsung shook his head and flipped away from Francine and Quan Chi. He couldn't believe the three of them were sharing a bed. Francine spooned Shang Tsung and rubbed his thigh with her foot.
"I love you guys." Francine sighed out.
"We know."