"So big, so good, so hard! Faster~"
The succubus's breathy cries rang through the arena as she deftly stepped aside on her hooves, dodging the battle axe swung by Jana, the female warrior.
The ladies watching a gladiatorial match for the first time blushed or got up to leave. The men tried their best to look respectable and keep themselves under control.
No one was more embarrassed than Annan. He had brought a companion, and Gale kept edging closer, her soft gray fur brushing his arm through his mage robe.
Annan had to look toward the stands and play the part of a ruler inspecting his city-state.
Then he spotted a familiar figure in the front row, leaning over the railing with his backside in the air, practically trying to stick his head into the succubus's chest.
Martin!?
Annan quietly looked away.
It seemed someone's backside had an appointment with a broom tonight.
The steamy fight finally ended when Jana ran out of strength, leaving the succubus an effortless winner.
The Hellfire veteran had been right: succubi were born fighters. Putting one in an arena was still a waste of her talents, though. Even Chaotic Evil demons knew better than to send succubi to the front lines.
"Where are we going next?"
Gale asked eagerly as they followed the departing crowd outside.
"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Annan asked.
"Anywhere is fine, as long as you're there..." Gale had eyes only for Annan.
Fortunately, after the succubus's "special training," Annan was much better at resisting Gale's sweet talk.
"Then let's visit the orphanage. I need to pick something up first."
Annan returned to the City Lord's Mansion for the Magic Mirror, then headed to the orphanage with Gale.
They passed Aunt Susan's house on the way. Lucy was