(“I still can't believe there are so many bimbo angels here.”) Agnes thought to herself. (“I thought one was enough but here you have another one. Was there a sale or something? Ugh, you better not put your fucking hands on him again or I'll shove an icicle up your-”)

“Hey, Agnes, you should probably keep back for safety.”

With hearts in her eyes, she nodded and did as he said.

The woman walked up to Tibaut and hugged him.

(“Tsk, … … telling me … will is … these women!”) The voice in his head almost snarled.

Tibaut preemptively jumped but to his surprise, the woman wore only a near-demonic expression. She didn't lunge and she didn't throw any punches.

(“Looks like this one has more self-restraint than the other one.”)

He breathed a sigh of relief before noticing she was closer to him again.

“Uh, I don't suppose you speak English, do you?” He asked with an uneasy smile.

The girl perked up and looked behind her. Tibaut also looked and noticed the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance. If she hadn't seen the second girl, Agnes might have died of shock and Tibaut looked in both amazement and horror. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or run away.

Several more women walked forward, all having pale bluish skin, horns and one wing that looked like a crow's in common. Their hair all had an iridescence of different colours with the same black base. One wore something to cover their tops and bottoms, while others had something for just their top or just their bottom.

There were four, including the one before him, in total.

Two looked on in amazement, and a familiar-looking one stepped forward.

Given he was shirtless, as were two of the women, he couldn't help but feel a tad awkward. It was made worse by the fact that the one who walked forward started examining him.

“Oh, you're that one from the third floor, right? You know I'm not too sure how comfortable it is with you guys eyeing me down like this.” He said.

The one that examined him originally rolled her eyes and continued and the one with a blonde iridescence to her hair began running her hands across his abdomen.

“Ow, stop that. I had a fight not too long ago, it still hurts.”

She quickly removed her hands and placed them back on him slowly.

“Huh, can you understand me?”

She showed no indication that she did but he wasn't buying it. He soon had more worries to deal with, however. The other two standing back approached him and began their own analysis.

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Tibaut jumped and squirmed at their touches but it was definitely better than fighting all of them, so he toughed through. He certainly didn't like the attention they were giving him. Nope. Not at all.

“Guys stop it already, how long are you gonna do this?” He asked.

Agnes leaned in the corner, her eyes sapped of life. Her stillness would have anyone questioning if she was alive. But, as much as she didn't wish so, she was.

(“Those- those whores! Who the hell do they think they are touching him like that? Well screw them, I've gotten a few hugs out of him so he's mine you succubi with feathers.”)

The one whose hair shone a white iridescence, smirked at her, which was followed by her sticking her tongue out and pulling an eyelid down.

Agnes was left speechless at this display. (“T-they know? These mean, mean bi- bitc-”) She couldn't even finish her thought without wiping away a tear forming in her eye.

Tibaut was completely oblivious to this and was trying his best not to get taken away by their advances. He tried to take their hands off him but they showed no mercy in their assault.

Soon the one in the back decided this enough and pulled them off him.

“Phew, thank-” This was not a selfless action.

She rubbed against him with her bare skin as she hugged him, bringing him downwards.

(“Honestly, of things that could waste my time in this dungeon. I… honestly don't mind that this being one of them.”)

He accepted he was nothing more than a curiosity for these strange women. Besides they probably wouldn't be at this for too long.

As the others approached him and gave him a sample of what a hug from four scantily clad women would feel like, he looked in the direction of the thing he had been looking for. They all noticed almost simultaneously and began staring at him.

“Did I do something?” He asked.

As he prepared to escape, they looked in the direction he stared in and picked him off the floor.

One by one they left the room with the last one suggesting for him to follow with her index finger.

He dusted his back and turned around to see-

“Woah, you okay Agnes?”

She was on the floor huddled into a ball with tears in her eyes. She kept muttering “it's not fair” before she noticed Tibaut.

She wiped her eyes and slowly got up, still sniffling.

He quickly placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

“(Shit, I didn't realise they scared her so much) Sorry about that Agnes. I'll take you out of the room before they show up again.” He said.

“NO!” She shouted.

“Huh?”

She cleared her throat. “Um, I mean I've gotten used to them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I, uh, just needed to let that out. They're servants of my Lord, after all, I was just so overcome with emotion you know?” She lied.

He took his hands off her shoulder. “(Well, that's not accurate but if those are tears of joy I suppose I won't ruin it.) Just let me know if you're- Ow, I'm coming.”

One of the women pulled him by his ear and he was forced to follow.

Agnes looked on in anger as she was forced to watch what was rightfully hers be taken. She bit and pulled at her handkerchief with her eyes blazing as she watched them walk away.

(“I swear Tibaut, I'll always love you, no matter how they defile you. And I swear no, I will make sure these mouth-breathing rejects of our lord get what they deserve!!!!”)

She timidly followed behind them.