There was a brief, tiny little pause.
"..."
Ah~!
Now this touched on one of Lynn's moral blind spots. Actually, Lynn very much wanted to refuse. After all, he was now a high-ranking deacon, and he was on a mission, undercover at that. Naturally, he had absolutely, one hundred percent no sexual interest in girls whatsoever.
But Lynn carefully thought it over again and again.
He felt that refusing might be a little inconsistent with the corrupt bureaucrat persona he wanted to establish.
And inconsistency would arouse suspicion, and suspicion would lead to mission failure, and mission failure would mean his death.
Could he allow that?
He absolutely could not!
But Lynn knew he wasn't really here to enjoy life. It wasn't because of the succubi, nor was it because of the girls. He simply wanted to make his persona seem more fully realized. Surely he needed a few pretty female secretaries by his side?!
This was a perfectly legitimate reason that required no explanation.
Lynn glanced over and asked, "Are they pretty?"
"Not just pretty. They're slutty, too."
"Succubi?"
"Proper, genuine succubi!"
Having confirmed the situation, Lynn leaned wistfully back in his swaying rocking chair and said solemnly:
"Now that you mention it, it does seem I need a few capable, knowledgeable, obedient people by my side to assist with my work. Of course, this is purely a work requirement, with no other reasons whatsoever. Do you understand?"
His underling nodded. "Perfectly!"
"And as you know, employment opportunities here in Leviathan are rather scarce these days. Whether they're succubi really doesn't matter. The main thing is providing more jobs for our comrades in the same department, allowing every comrade to put their strengths and talents to use. So we can find them something to do. Is that clear?"
His