"Is that so?" Succubus Queen Chrisel replied, her voice low and timid. Then she suddenly stepped forward and bent over, revealing her enormous breasts. Batting her alluring eyes, she spoke in a coquettish, delicate voice. "Then I'll look forward to it."
"My lord, are your tastes... a little unusual?"
"I promise I'll take good care of you."
"Hey, you slut! What are you saying?" Leticia couldn't hold back any longer. She angrily pointed at the Succubus Queen, then seemed to remember something and spoke in the tone of a noble young lady. "You disgusting demon! Don't pollute our eyes with your filthy body."
Her words were still full of hostility, but her manner and tone had changed, giving her a completely different air.
"Is this good enough?" Leticia asked Lynn, seeking his approval.
"Very good." Lynn gave her a thumbs-up. "Excellent! If you could add a little of what you learned from that old lady—the classic White Lotus little-sister act you just used a few lines of—then whenever someone calls you uncouth, you can hit them with a round of sweetly barbed insults. I'll follow up by picking a fight with them afterward. That should keep most people from running their mouths about you."
Lynn was referring to those gossiping circles.
In the countryside, they were called the village's Intelligence Bureau. Among the nobility, older women were called noblewomen, while the younger crowd were called noble young ladies.
But whatever the group, they were all idle, empty-headed women who did nothing but gossip.
The only things on their minds were gossip. They either discussed whose jewelry or dress looked best, compared their husbands and children, or talked about family backgrounds.
In their worldview, it was as if everything came down to rank.
Their goal in life was to save face