Dave walked out of the treatment room hunched over, like he'd been kicked in the nuts. His face was pale. He was wearing the towel and still had a green facial mask on
"Looks like our champion survived the Olga package! Jasmin dear, bring him the hero's drink!" the hairy chested man said to the beautiful blonde woman who was tending to them.
"Right away. Mr. Ruster lay here please," Jasmin said.
Dave sat on an empty couch.
"That was horrible," Dave moaned.
"Try not to think about the pain kid, you'll feel better soon. Olga might not be nice but she has magic in her hands. Otherwise, she would have been fired a long time ago."
"Magic? I think she put all her points in Strength!"
"Ha, you play Conquest," said the hairy-chested man.
"Yeah, great game," Dave replied.
"We play too. We're in a guild, ironically it's called 'Kick-Back and Relax,' heh heh," said the man, waving around at his lounging friends.
