Julian's voice echoed with disbelief, "Four hundred thousand spirit stones? Seriously, Emery, all in one night?!" He paused, catching his breath and shot a stern look at his friend, "I swear, I am not going to cover for you anymore."
Emery casually turned his gaze towards the establishment's entrance, choosing to ignore Julian's reprimands. He was expecting someone. Nyx, a Succubus known for her enchanting beauty, gracefully stepped out. The attire she now wore was drastically different. Gone were the overtly provocative garments, replaced by a more sophisticated, albeit still enchanting, ensemble that seemed tailored for discretion rather than seduction.
Julian's frustration visibly dimmed at the sight of her. "Well," he mused, eyes scanning Nyx appreciatively, "at least something good comes from your reckless expenditures."
Nyx offered them both a graceful nod, her voice velvety, "I am honored to be your guide for the week."
