"Are you Baccarat? The Paramecia-type Lucky-Lucky Fruit user?"
Roy teasingly lifted the strand of pink hair covering Baccarat's cheek.
He looked at her exquisite face up close.
Blowing a puff of smoke toward her, Roy asked, "Is that so?"
"Yes, sir, I am Baccarat, the Lucky-Lucky Fruit user.
"I wonder, sir, why did you have me brought here? What exactly do you want me to do?"
Though her face was somewhat haggard from the long journey, Baccarat, dressed in a revealing gown, clearly knew where her advantages lay.
The pitiful captive was kneeling on the floor, her dress clinging tightly to her body and outlining her perfect curves.
Her black-and-white uniform gleamed delicately beneath the lights. Her wheat-colored breasts were full, her waist slender, and Baccarat's figure was lush and captivating.
It had to be said that Baccarat was truly irresistible to men.
If Spandam had been faced with a scene like this, Baccarat would have had him hooked instantly.
But unfortunately, the tricks that had always worked so well in the past failed to achieve the desired result before Roy.
He took a puff from the cigar in his mouth.
An even thicker cloud of smoke poured from Roy's mouth directly onto Baccarat's face.
Cough, cough!
The thick smoke immediately made Baccarat, who had just been wearing a pitiful and seductive expression, cough incessantly.
"Woman, don't play with fire in front of me. My patience is limited, and you're not as pretty as you think you are."
He rose and returned to his throne, crossing one leg over the other as he looked down at her exquisite face, now filled with terror after her seduction had failed.
"Baccarat, from now on, you are my captive.
"I hope you remember that this isn't the Gran Tesoro. Here, I expect you