N52 Star's nights were as noisy as ever.
The bandits who had made a fortune stuffed their pockets with loot and laughingly began their decadent nightlife, celebrating another day of survival.
Sinful and filthy. Seated in a tavern, tasting a fine liquor said to be unique to N52 Planet, Beckett sat alone in the spot with the best view, utterly out of place amid the tavern's clamor, while gorgeous dancers swayed their waists before him, doing everything they could to stimulate the tower-like men's eyes.
Had it not started yet?
Feeling rather bored, Beckett raised his eyes toward Babel Tower. Night had already fallen over N52 Star, yet he had still not received Woz's signal.
"Hey, handsome. Drinking alone?"
A woman with a pair of furry ears twitching atop her head approached Beckett, lust in her eyes. Her tail swayed as she brought her fiery red lips close to him, breathing orchid-sweet breaths. Her tight combat suit, not yet removed, still carried the stench of blood and violence.
"Drinking alone—"
"Get lost."
"What?" A trace of astonishment appeared on the woman's delicate face. Perhaps because she had just crawled back from a pile of corpses, she thought her ears were playing tricks on her.
"I won't say the same thing a third time."
"Now, get lost." Beckett raised his eyes, his icy gaze piercing the woman's heart like two sharp swords.
"Interesting." The woman withdrew the hand stroking Beckett's chest armor. After so many years here, this was the first time a man had told her to get lost.
Everyone came out to have fun. If they did not hit it off, they could simply part on good terms. One clink of glasses could settle any grievance. What did he mean by opening his mouth and telling her to get