Ada watched Werther with interest and licked her sensuous lips, looking all the more alluring.
Before long, Werther and Ada finished their meal and began strolling through the streets.
Werther soon noticed something odd about this street. Nearly everyone walking along it was a couple; he rarely saw anyone alone.
Ada smiled when she saw him looking around.
"Looks like this is your first time in Dressrosa. Don't be surprised. This is Dressrosa's famous Lovers' Avenue. Romantic, isn't it?"
Werther was puzzled. Lovers' Avenue? He had never heard of it before.
"True, I haven't been in Dressrosa long. I'd only heard that the Corrida Colosseum was famous. Lovers' Avenue is new to me.
"Ada, why don't we go see the Corrida Colosseum? I'm quite interested in it."
"Not a bad idea. But the Corrida Colosseum is awfully bloody. I might get scared."
Despite what she said, Ada led Werther out of Lovers' Avenue and headed in another direction.
Werther only smiled and followed her toward their unknown destination.
At a Villa on Dressrosa's King's Plateau, a tall man was fast asleep in a chair.
His legs rested on the windowsill, leaving only two legs of the chair on the floor. It looked ready to topple at any moment, yet remained steady.
Splat.
A blob of viscous liquid suddenly dropped from the ceiling. On closer inspection, it had the outline of a person, though the room was too dark to make out clearly.
At the sound, the sleeping man opened his eyes at once.
The first thing he saw was a huge face with snot dangling from its nose. His cheek twitched twice.
"Too close, Trebol."
"Hey, hey, Doffy. One of our men told me something strange."
At Doflamingo's words, Trebol leaned back a little.
"What is it? Sit in