But the moment she thought of what this lot had done, all that fierce indignation turned into helplessness.
The main reason was that the sleeping postures of the people before her were simply too eye-searing!
Vina had barely pushed open the door when a silver "dog head" as large as her entire body tumbled out. Its upper lip hung from the door lock, baring its teeth in a ghastly grin, while a tongue over a foot long lolled out beneath it.
It took all her strength just to shove that watchdog head aside enough to squeeze into the office. The first thing she saw was the barbarian Pantos tightly embracing Senarian, who had transformed into a giant bear.
After great difficulty, she dragged her speechless gaze away from those two conjoined twins and saw a naked man lying serenely flat on the floor like a corpse. Thankfully, a tower shield covered his lower half.
Beside him, Rayne slept with his entire set of horns embedded in the wall. Between the wall and the bull's head stood the Orc Drolu, holding a red cloth.
It looked as if Rayne had gotten drunk last night, someone had used a red cloth to play bullfighting with him, and things had gotten badly out of hand.
The only one with a remotely decent sleeping posture was probably Lucifer, lying alone on the sofa. He was as serene as an angel in the abyssal inferno.
Then, unable to resist, she glanced back at her own fiancé, Garvin.
Only after quite a while did Vina's gaze sweep past the wine bottles strewn all over the floor and find Garvin asleep in a corner. One hand still clutched a bottle of wine, while his arms held a ratman apparently named Cavennis like a pet.
Vina heaved a