What happened next was off Maria's plans.
His face very close to her, Oswald pinched the few black hair spurting out of her black mole and brutally plucked it all.
As she was baffled by the triviality of his move, he couldn't help but snarl in disgust. The face of the woman was hideous because of it, as if it all revolved around the default on her face.
"If that's about all I can do for you, I'll be on my way." He said, not reacting to her fiery glare. He waited for her to reply, because she was in the same position as Claudia, a woman with power.
"Is it not working? Is it defective or are his standards higher than the sky itself?" The lady asked, rolling her eyes. Hearing a muffled sound behind the thick curtains hanging in the tent, Oswald turned toward it. A hoarse voice resounded. It was very old, so ancient it was hard to discriminate to witch gender it belonged to.
