The King of the White Tower (7)
As it turned out, overly wonderful hopes were unrealistic.
Although a third person did come knocking the next morning, it wasn't the person he was looking for.
"Good morning, Mr. Fu."
The Priestess who had guided him during the competition was impeccably dressed as she bowed deeply in the doorway.
"I'll be your guide today. If you'd like to look around the island, I can accompany you the whole time."
Well, would you look at that!
Fu Qian looked at the Priestess's face, now once again radiating divine grace.
She'd been terrified by the end of yesterday, but after a night of steeling herself, she'd managed to recover.
The competition was still at night, so he had plenty of time during the day to explore this legendary den of depravity.
"Sure. Sorry for the trouble."
Fu Qian nodded.
Most of the time, Fu Qian was easygoing. He hadn't even asked this woman's name.
Just as Veil had said, after winning the first day's competition, he had access to every district. With the Priestess leading the way, the whole island was open to him.
"There are seven islands in all. The area we're in now is considered the outskirts, where most of the basic facilities are."
The Priestess walked ahead, taking on the role of tour guide.
He'd already seen several places like this along the way.
"Certainly basic."
Fu Qian looked at the women posing provocatively in front of a certain sign and nodded in agreement.
In just those few seconds, several pairs of flirtatious eyes had been cast his way. One woman had even spread the wings on her back.
With her slender, fair neck, she looked like a goose ready to take flight.
"The White Tower where yesterday's competition was held