"Ah!!-"
The men straightened up their appearances in the face of such a dashing lady.
Madam Sure smirked, seeing their flustered look.
What lady doesn't like the feeling of knowing she would cause accidents with her beauty alone?
She glanced at the tied-up bodies on the floor with bags over their heads, calmly scrutinizing their arms and other visible parts.
'It doesn't look like they have any deep wounds.'
Tsk.
It's going to cost the casino money to extract such fresh meat. But with her feminine words, she was sure to make these men drop your asking price by half.
This, she was confident of.
With a love-struck expression, she glanced at the one who seemed to be the leader, looking away with a rosy blushing face.
So cute!~
Many inwardly screamed, watching her scramble to 'put' herself together.
"Gentlemen... I was told you have some goods for use?"
F*** me sideways!
Was this her voice or that of an angel speaking?
The men were already afloat in her web, not knowing several victims of theirs were now regaining consciousness.
Bain frowned, listening to the voices above his body.
Where was he? He had no time to react as the cloth over his face was taken off.
Madam Sure gripped his chin, examining him well before sending him away with interest.
"Jojo... Take him to the 7th-tier group. I think he would serve the many customers just fine..."
Madam Sure had a coy smile on her face. "Boy, you're lucky... Most who come in start at tier 11. But you get to start 4 places higher than normal."
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Be grateful for what you have and do the establishment justice, or... Heh..."
She chuckled coldly.
There were many ways to make any wild thing obedient.
Don't for one second think they won't date to rip his flesh off his skin if he dared to prove stubborn.
"Go! Take him away. I have our dear clients to serve in the other room."
Madam Sure touched up her lipstick, heading to see the group that brought Bain in.
Was she going to pleasure them? Of course not! She was far above that pedigree.
But as she said, she believed in her charms.
Goodbye... She was gone.
Bain, now awake, couldn't sit still, thinking of how to escape. And in no time, they searched his body but found no hidden weapons before giving him a ballerina tutu skirt and taking him away.
"Initially, you should only be appearing tomorrow out in the open. But because some few bastards got themselves shot, now you lot are their replacements."
No time to change.
They quickly had Bain wear the silly tutu over their pants, throwing him amongst another large group. And just then, he saw someone familiar yet unfamiliar to him.
It was a face he would never forget.
The duo looked at each other, with the stranger first smiling with a playful glint in his eyes.
Bain was lost for words. "It's you." The man from last night... The escaped man who flew out the window.
This time, he got a closer look at the person. He was short, had brown hair, and was very lanky.
He always had a sly look filled with mischief and unpredictability.
The man or boy, depending on his true age, playfully threw his hand over Bain's shoulders, hitting Bain's chest.
"Buddy, I see you've made it, just like the rest of us." The fellow massaged his chin slyly. "It's strange that I need help while you're here. But you know what I think?
The fellow pulled Bain into a forward, hunched position and began whispering.
"I say this is all fate. I can tell a man's true nature at a snap of my fingers... Let me guess; you're new here."
Bain was taken aback. "How do you know?"
"Elementary, my dear Watsu... I was top of my class and a true genius that stunned my nation before the age of 10... Hey... But enough about me. You look like you don't have anywhere to call home. I like you, so why don't we team up?"
Team up?
He does have a point. But also so many betrayals, kidnappings, and everything else he faced, he felt a little hesitant
This won't be any setup, wouldn't it?
(?~?)
Bain thinned his lips. 'What do I do?'
He indeed needed a home, not just in the actual sense. He needed a place to belong.
He could be solo but knew he was still too weak. What's more, he needed a way to make money out here.
Looking at it from another angle, he didn't know if he could also escape from here on his own. So why not work with another person? This fellow was the first person he had a good impression of since getting here.
Not even Ryu, who initially led him to think he was a good guy, had such a high evaluation.
He didn't know why, but he wanted to trust the guy.
It could lead to another pit or freedom from here. But Bain was more inclined to accept his offer.
The short fellow grinned, seeing Bain's changes.."That's the spirit, buddy... I knew we were fated!... The name's Leorio, 19, by the way... And just so you know, you really have to work on your poker face."
Bain was embarrassed. His brother said the same thing. "Bain... 16."
Oh?
The fellow leaned in closer, massaging his chin.
"Well, you do look too naive to be older. Well, it's nice to have more people my age working with me. Now that I've decided to take you in, I will definitely get you out. But first, I must complete my mission."
Bain's eyes widened animatedly. And with the pink tutu he was wearing, he looked ridiculous. But hey, everyone was wearing them too.
"So you purposefully allowed yourself to get captured?"
"Of course!" Leorio bragged with childish arrogance. "Who do you think I am?"
At that moment, several intimidating men in trenchcoats appeared, and it was only now that Bain realized they were in some backstage production.
"Look alive, buddy... We're about to go on stage."
Eh?
"But I don't know any of the dance steps yet... Speaking of which, what gang do you work with?"
"Gang?" Leorio's smile broadened." We aren't any gang and nothing like what you've probably seen. But I assure you, we didn't go looking for trouble."
Bain's curiosity was piqued."Then what are you? What's your organization's name?"
Leorio chuckled, a twinkle of mystery flashing through his eyes.
"Buddy... My organization isn't one I can mention so freely out in the open."
"Why?"
"Because we've pissed off more people than we can count. In a nutshell, we are one of the most hated."
"_"
Did he just entire a suicide group?
"Alright, rodents! I see some of you still have your pants underneath your ballerina tutus.
~Chi-CHANG!
The intimidating lead man had raised his hands and recoiled his weapon. With narrowed eyes, he swept his gaze across the group.
"Listen up! Anyone who doesn't wear their f**king Tutu will get a bullet up their ass... Now get moving!"
Time to dance!