Elizabeth's day went from annoying to very pleasant.

She was sitting inside a tea house and talking with another cultivator. And that cultivator was not hostile in any way.

This was a win in her book.

Both of them sat on the comfy pillows on the floor and sat opposite each other across a large low circular wooden table. The atmosphere was very relaxing with muted colors, and a quiet hum of conversation throughout the whole two-storied space. Compared to the stuff Master Samuel had in his home it was uninteresting but still quite serviceable.

"This disciple believes introductions are in order and as the host she will go first. This one is named Namaah, a disciple of the den of cauldrons. It is a pleasure." She said in her sweet and sultry tone.

Elizabeth and the entire populace of the tea house were caught by her voice, it sent shivers down her spine, and combined with just how attractive she looked, Elizabeth was getting slightly confused. At least, she still had the sense of mind to think with her bigger head. Most of the other patrons, all of them, were almost drooling male, female, and everything in between.

She seemed to make the world around her dim with only her in the spotlight.

The waiter almost tripped herself as she came to take their order.

"How may I li-serve you, dear mistresses?" The waiter, a mousey but cute brunette, no older than 15 came to take their order. She looked flushed and was secretly throwing glances at Namaah.

"Oh! A vanilla parfait for this disciple. And... what does sister want?" She asked Elizabeth, who by now had gotten a grip on her spiraling thoughts.

"Um... Oh!" She now had a look through the menu. The truth of the matter was she had no idea what to do in this situation. Ordering from a menu was a very novel experience for her and she did not want to mess it up.

Thankfully, the menu had pictures and she pointed to one of the ice cream desserts. All of her trepidation left her as she remembered everything on the menu was one form of sweet or the other

Sweets were some of the few joys she had before coming to the sect but after those cruel two years, she had forgotten all about them.

Looking at the menu re-ignited that forgotten passion and she was very excited to taste something sweet after so long. That focus also made her remember that she still had to introduce herself

"This sister is Elizabeth, the first disciple of outer elder Master Samuel!" Even saying his name brought a smile to Elizabeth's face.

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"Ah yes! Your elusive and illustrious master, whom this sister can't seem to find any records about! For a master that could strengthen Eishath that quickly, this disciple is extremely curious!" Elizabeth and the rest of the patrons almost swooned at her words and this time the waiter did trip as she went back to complete their order.

But despite its overly charming presentation, Elizabeth could feel the pure glee and curiosity in her voice. It reminded her of how her master was and this immediately her appreciate Namaah more than the others in the den of cauldrons.

Sure, the den of cauldrons was also very nice to her. But Elizabeth felt a sinister undertone about the whole thing, though she could not point to what that was. It had made her hackles rise, maybe it was from her upbringing but she could feel when something fishy was going on under the surface in that house of constant sex... Outside the sex itself.

When it came to Master Samuel, Elizabeth was an expert(self-proclaimed).

So she started rambling on and on about her favorite person. Namaah interjected now and then to ask a question but for the most part, was happy to silently listen to her sing praises about her master

Though she was exaggerating just a touch for the most part what came out of her mouth was true.

To her, he was a straightforward, handsome, powerful, and very naive fool of a master whom she had given herself to, and she had yet to regret it.

A part of her did admit that in the beginning, the reason she did so was that when Master Samuel had found her she was just tired and broken down, two years of constant bullying could do that to a person.

In that wallow of despair, he had thrown her a rope of hope and she held on tight regardless of what happened to her later.

By luck or by fate the master she had chosen cared a lot about her. Much more than her excuse for parents and maybe even more than her caretakers.

A happy content smile was plastered on her lips even when she recounted what happened to her before meeting her master.

So heartfelt was her story that most of the patrons now had a second thing to be entranced by. A beautiful young woman recounting the tragedies of her life with such grace and happiness that it made their trials seem much more bearable. Even people from the second floor peered down to listen in.

It ended, however, when their food was presented before them and Elizabeth's attention was immediately grabbed by the sugary meal in front of her, much to the patron's disappointment.

But then their gazes went from wholesome to lewd as they saw how erotic Namaah made taking a spoonful of dessert in her mouth. She would close her gorgeous lips around the spoon and slowly drag it out of her mouth before giving the head a slow sensual lick. Elizabeth could hear gulps coming from all around the room.

She took a spoonful of her sugary goodness and put it in her mouth with excitement, only for her to almost make a face of confused disgust. At the last second, she schooled herself as she painfully swallowed the thing...

It tasted horrible...

No, it tasted just as how she remembered. Except... compared to her normal meals it tasted like sewer sludge.

She looked at her dish weirdly. Why did taste so unappetizing?

"Is it not to your liking?" Namaah asked.

As she was still confused, she truthfully answered.

"My master's cum tastes leagues better..."

That was a statement to make in the middle of a tea house filled with people...