Soran was stuck.
In fact, he and the Oriental Dancer had been stuck for a whole day and night.
By the time they finally dug out a passage to return to the ground, both of them were a little exhausted and looked as if they had been rolling in mud. Soran was a little better. After all, he was wearing tights; he only had to shake the sand and soil on his cloak. But the Oriental Dancer wore a long dress; when she came out, she was covered in dirt. Only when she wiped her sweat occasionally, could she wipe off the dust and expose her white skin.
"Finally!"
