Mia licked her lips, the sweetness of Moonlight Candy still lingering on her tongue.
She let out a satisfied burp, rubbed her flat little belly, and climbed off a pile of fur cushions-spoils she had plundered and piled inside a mansion temporarily requisitioned in Peaceful Bay, turning it into her own private nest.
After a little thought, the little succubus, now well fed, got up to dress.
She tiptoed over to the wardrobe, her rounded, pearl-like toes curling at the cool touch of the floor.
I should go check on my little treasury, Mia thought.
That old bastard Barbosa had plenty of treasures aboard the Sea Serpent. Although Veylin had taken the ship, he had promised that she, as the greatest contributor to the victory, could pick any three she liked. She had to see them for herself before those fellows snatched up all the good stuff.
She changed into a white dress whose hem barely reached her knees, slipped on a pair of woven straw sandals, and went out.
The girl was in such a wonderful mood that she skipped as she walked. A breeze lifted her skirt, revealing a stretch of firm, fair calf that gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The patrolling soldiers and working islanders along the road glanced over instinctively, then hurriedly looked away as if burned, awkward blushes rising to their faces.
They could hardly be blamed-the girl's innocent manner, paired with the unconscious allure she exuded, created a peculiar attraction that was enough to set anyone's heart itching.
The streets, once filled with chaos, had now been cleaned spotless. Group after group of dejected pirates, roped together, were escorted toward the docks by the Gray Marsh Police.
They would be loaded onto ships and transported to the mines of the Gray Marsh Fief, where