"Alice-san, I've been waiting for an opportunity."
Alwyn slurred, stumbling toward her.
Alice stepped back, but he kept advancing like a zombie in heat.
"Ah, Alice-san. You smell so good. You look so sexy. Ahh, just let me hold you for a moment."
He moaned, rubbing his crotch harder as he moved closer.
Alice stumbled back further, and Alwyn closed in on her.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Alice-san, I swear on my mother's name. I just want to talk to you privately."
He panted, coming to a stop a few meters away, breathing heavily like a dog deprived of water for days.
Alice felt disgusted by the man.
When she first met him, Alwyn had been a proud elf, dressed elegantly with the aura of someone who conspired in the shadows like the young masters from novels.
But now he looked like a total wreck.
