"I said, let's just keep it light, I have a husband, but this is not crossing any lines. Could you massage my legs for me?"
"You, person!"
"Well, how about this, you lie down and I'll tell you an interesting story."
Dreya stroked Goria's head and let her curl up in her arms.
"I want to hear too!"
Suddenly, Fafna popped out.
Goria awkwardly got up.
The mood then changed, and Dreya grinned slightly, putting down her somewhat bloody and horrifying thriller book in exchange for an adventurer's tale, nothing more than entertaining a child before sleep.
To Dreya, Goria was just a pretty, appetizing little girl.
Black Sail Inn's cellar.
It was a completely different scene.
