My eyes looked at those who looked strange.
I knew that in order to fill the boredom they must have done something, I didn't expect it to be by playing cards that if they lost they would decorate their opponent with a lip milker.
"So, whose lip milking is this?"
They were silent for some time.
A senior knight raised his hand, then looked at me doubtfully.
"I am Iron, and it's mine, Master Akion."
I looked at the lipstick in my hand, maybe she thought I was thinking strangely about this, like she had a very strange fetish.
"I bought it for my wife, and instead it was used by Keth for this game."
He saw a man who looked easier than him. He must be such a fun senior that a junior dares to do this.
I gave it back the lip milking I held.
"I'm not here to scold you, but to see your condition."
Their eyes reflected very fondly.
"So, how are you guys?"
