The Queen

"You think something's off because this family is special." Su Ming turned to speak with Parham. No wonder the older generation couldn't understand.

"Aren't they, you know?" Parham asked quietly.

"Uh, technically they are, but only on a psychological level." Su Ming explained the situation with the 'queen' shop in terms Parham could understand.

"Things really are different now. Even people are pursuing spiritual satisfaction?" Parham took off his cowboy hat and let out a deep sigh.

These women wandered around in skimpy clothes, yet they carried themselves as though they were strolling through a palace. They believed themselves supreme.

"Mm. They don't make physical contact with people. They usually use seduction, insults, bondage, confinement, and similar methods to give customers psychological satisfaction."

Su Ming gave the knight a rough explanation. Mordo, however, stared at the Sorcerer Supreme in surprise. Why did he know about this? Did Mages have to study this sort of thing too?

"But they aren't Vampires. They have heartbeats and breathe. They're all alive."

Parham quickly turned his attention back to the mission. A glance at their skin tone was enough to tell.

"Yeah, they just painted themselves a little whiter and put fake fangs in their mouths." Su Ming looked over several women. "The fangs are rubber. They can't even break skin. They're just props."

Parham observed them as well, stroking his thick beard between his fingers. "Did we come to the wrong place?"

"Could be Worshippers of Death. After all, the shop's name is right there." Su Ming pulled out a thick stack of cash and set it on his knee. "We need to meet whoever's behind this."

"How do we do it? You say the word." Parham answered without hesitation.

"Simple. Wait." Su Ming placed the stack of money on Mordo's head. "Hold