"What are you staring at?!" Seeing that his servants aren't willing to converse it seems I've become his next target.
"... Who? Me?" Who does he think he is to talk to me with such a tone?
He scoffs dismissively, "yes, you, you dumb fuck."
"I see. What does it look like I'm staring at to you?"
"Don't try to get smart with me, peasant."
Ah, I see. So that's why he talks to me like that.
"I was just regaining my emptied out energy reserves, your lordship." I decided to play along momentarily.
My girls glance at me questioningly, but I ignore them for now.
He changes the topic. "I like the slutty blonde on your left. How much?"
"... Excuse me?" I growl in a threatening, low tone. Did this fucker just try to buy my beloved first woman?
"The dog with big, perky tits. I want her to be my bed warmer."
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