"Can't they reproduce with each other? Why go for other races?" Henry asked in confusion.
This new race was filling his head with questions.
"They can't reproduce with each other. In fact, they dislike their races the most. To reproduce, they would keep members of the other races in their homes."
"…"
Henry didn't know what to say. This race was as their name suggested— Nymphomaniacs.
"Can I see your best one?" Henry asked.
This was his purpose in coming here. He wanted to see one for himself.
"You're in luck, Sir. There was an expedition a few weeks ago from Woodmark. Apparently, they captured a ship full of Nymphs along the way."
"Oh?"
Her words piqued Henry's interest.
She led him deeper into the slave house. There were a lot of prison cells, and they entered into a private area covered by a curtain.
"This is the high-quality Nymphs."
