The three of us looked at the girls at the bar from a short distance away.
"What about that one?" Lisa asked, pointing at a short haired slave girl wearing a dress that was so short you could see her cheeks completely.
Delmare scribbled something in her notebook before showing it to us.
'She looks drunk. I don't want her getting sick on Aster.'
I pointed at another girl at the other end of the bar, "Hmm… How about that one then?"
Lisa blanched, "No offence, but she looks like a Wrunch had punched her in the face. I wouldn't even be able to bring myself to try and flirt with her."
Oof… That's pretty harsh… I even thought that she looked at least half decent… I guess Lisa's standards are just pretty high.
I then nodded at the auburn haired girl seated in the centre of the bar, "How about her?"
Lisa gave her a look before smirking, "She doesn't look that bad. I don't mind that one."
