"Marry me." The woman repeated once more.
"W-What? Why? You don't even know me."
"Africa is a land based on the strength of will. Here, whether good or bad, having the power is the only way to do anything. I felt it earlier. You did not hold back. You treated me like a real warrior despite being a woman. Your color aside, I can work with that."
"What the fuck are you even saying? What does my color have to do with anything?"
"The elders of the Nkosi clan are quite old-fashioned. They would never allow me to marry sea scum. But with enough gifts, they should turn around. Come, let us be one in spirit and flesh!" Nomvula declared with a sweet expression.
I almost killed this woman, and here she was proposing to me. I had heard that women instinctively liked guys who treated them like crap, but this was insane. Nomvula's eyes seemed particularly intense as she slowly walked toward me.
