"And are you sure Ysabeau is not a courtesan? She was born to be one, at least!" exclaimed Bryan, pointing at Ysabeau's crowd.
"Yea, her husband is not one to allow her into these parts..." replied Gab.
"Maybe she did in her youth?" asked the Slayer.
"Mate, her youth was spent on another planet."
"I mean, no matter where we go or who are... There's bound to be these kinds of places to be around. No one can stop desire and lust from blooming," explained Bryan.
"That's how humans are. We can't control our carnal instincts. So, I doubt other beings would be the same."
"What makes you think so? Behemoths are beasts. Mavislin's fighting style is that of a berserk, despite being the Child of Light."
"Look at this scene. If they truly are beasts, then we shall be worms. Look at the number of men wanting to be near them. And yet, they could not care less about us. I feel no lust or desire from them. Look at eyes. They are different, they can control themselves."
"That;'s true but you are wrong."
"Pardon? Which part?"
"That they can control themselves. Mavislin lost control of herself when she fought with Ysabeau a while back. If it hadn't been Headmaster, she would've been tearing up the whole planet."
Just then, a young man felt frisky as he tried to lay a hand on Mavislin's behind. But to the surprise of both Valkyrie and the Slayer, one man from Mavislin's crowd stepped forward. And proceeded to sucker punch the toucher to the side of the wall.
Mavislin learned that when drunk, human physiology will defy all logic. Either that man who wanted to touch her was severely underweight or the man who punched him was a regular boxer.
"You didn't pay at all, so don't you dare touch her!" yelled the helpful man.
"Yea! Hands off, she doesn't deserve to be soiled by you!" shouted another.
"Hm... Looks like these men have got a standard," commented Bryan.
Soon, everyone else asked Mavislin if she was alright. They treated her like a child asking if that bad 'wolf' had hurt her. She shook her head while thanking everyone. She then went up to the one who gave the punch and gently patted his head.
"Good boy!" said Mavislin as she gently ruffled the man's hair.
"She's... Her touch... Is like an Angel's!" yelled the man, before being enveloped in ecstasy.
Every guy around went berserk in their heads as they all cheered to have their heads touched by Mavislin. Bryan was confused, to say the least, while Gab looked amused. Ysabeau merely started laughing at the scene. Mavislin was scared at first, looking at the men going crazy.
But to her shock, they quickly formed a single file as they each gave her stacks of money. All in exchange for a minute of her patting their heads. And a close-up of how little makeup she was using. Natural beauty up close was a godsend for them.
Each one of them said their sweet nothings, giving her slips of paper as invitations to invite her to have some fun. This went on for hours. One even enticed Mavislin with sweets. But she didn't know what was candy, so that trick didn't work on her.
In the end, the man with a giant flank steak won Mavislin's attention. With a side of mashed potatoes.
"She really loves meat..." said Bryan, smiling at the whole show.
Mavislin was now quite exhausted as she sat on the chair, massaging her hands. She had used cloth as well since most of the men there had wet hair for some odd reason. She had learned that the man with the flank steak was called Clement.
He works as a chef and was currently looking for a partner. He had short black hair and a pale complexion. But he was quite tall, rivaling Bryan's height. The two continued to chat since Mavislin has deemed him to be a human with no Magecraft whatsoever.
"You look quite young to be doing this sort of thing... Won't your parents be upset?" asked Clement.
"Well, I could ask the same for you. You look young yourself," replied Mavislin, smiling.
"That's one way to dodge my question. And I am quite flattered that you think I am young. I am already 25 years of age."
Child, I am around 30 times your age, thought Mavislin.
"I'm 20 this year."
"And why is such a young soul dwelling in these parts? You know it's not fit for you," asked Clement, getting closer to her.
Tch, I have probably crossed paths with your ancestors, thought the Valkyrie.
"I'm looking for a butterfly."
Clement blinked twice, not understanding Mavislin's codeword. She then sighed and asked for a drink.