anwhile, in a hidden location, the auction's preparations were underway. In a large room filled with elegant decorations and items from various ti periods, an enchantingly beautiful woman, with a thin waist and wide hips, sat on a damaged throne with her legs crossed.
She wore a loose-fitting eastern robe, revealing her large breasts, which were at least a D cup, with perky buttocks spread on the soft seat. The woman's blood-red hair cascaded down the back of her throne as she leaned against one arm, with a faint smirk, watching the dwarf kneeling before her.
"Little dwarf, you're sure that he'll be attending tonight, right?" A sultry voice, filled with coquettish charm, echoed through the dark room.
Grundig's left eye flickered with blazing embers, yet nothing changed, which ant that he'd once again failed to break through her illusion and seductive hypnosis.
"Mistress, how could I lie to you?"
"The man you described seems to be working with my fool of a niece. I am sure he'll attend even more after eting ." Grundig stroked his beard before opening his eyes as if rembering sothing important. "Oh, and he took great interest in my eye and how I managed to interfere with his power."
The captivating witch rely glared at Grundig, sohow hearing his manner of speaking and that the man who could resist her temptation showed interest in this filthy, unwashed old man made her stomach churn.
'Lies.'
Convinced, Funf snapped her fingers.
Imdiately, five won wrapped in tight, glossy black leather bodysuits appeared out of nowhere, their faces covered, and their hair dyed bright red like hers.
Each one with a different body shape, a petite woman with small A-cup breasts and small, perky buttocks.
Another with a B-cup, the third quite modest but lacking the plumpness and sensual shape of Funf herself.
"W-What is this?" Grundig's throat sounded as he watched the five won, each with skintight clothing, although it resembled leather. The material showed the movent of their flesh and the bounce of their breasts perfectly.
Despite his impotence, Grundig the dwarf still had desires.
"What, little dwarf, are you aroused?" Funf chuckled, leaning her chin on her palms, watching the man with quite the amusent.
Although her interest soon vanished as she thought of the strong, burly demon that resisted her illusion, spanked her and then almost burned her alive. A strange, taboo feeling surged through her body like a searing fla.
'Even though our emotions are vile poisons...'
Funf, as an Arbiter, once t the creator and found its disgust for humanity strange. She couldn't help but wonder why this being would create them. Only to deny and despite the very things which it instilled in them.
However, the divine oath banned Arbiters from even having these thoughts.
One ti, she spoke to Ein, both of them being female, only to discover that to beco stronger, an Arbiter needed to seal the emotions linked to their powers.
'How could I do that...'
She didn't know about the other Arbiters. Still, Funf, as a forr Siren, born on the Continent, before being sold into slavery and trapped in the mainland, forced to sing constantly in captivity or face certain death or worse, to beco like those won in the district with red lights, made to sleep with trash like this filthy dwarf.
Because of this lifestyle, and her vivid lingering mories, she struggled to cut off her emotions related to desire, affection and loneliness.
'Will my saviour ever co...'
The young Siren Funf, daughter of the previous queen, struggled because of her mixed heritage.
Her father, from the empire, appeared to be from a special clan that worshipped a god nad Apollon; this god granted his descendants flaming red hair, strong physical bodies and the ability to grow stronger much faster than normal humans.
'Forget it, these ssy thoughts.'
She snapped her fingers, and the won in the black leather suits assembled beside her, one serving tea, another cake and the other holding various weapons.
These dolls were special to Funf.
"Co here, Alice."
The first, petite doll moved eerily before kneeling beside the throne.
As for Grundig, from the mont they appeared, his mind beca assaulted by a miniature version of Funf's illusory domain.
"You stick with this silly dwarf, tell the mont you et our target."
Unable to speak, the doll nodded twice.
Then, without a sound, vanished with a flicker of pink mist and appeared beside the entranced Grundig.
Grundig's left eye flickered, while his right remained hazy and covered in a milky glow, but Funf didn't notice this slight change. She changed her focus and began to eat the black velvet cake with a smile on her face.
"Grundig, you cannot fail again. If you don't crush that little girl and bring that hunk of a demon to tonight, then forget my support. I'll grill your little lizard and feed her entrails to the holess riff raff in the city!"
"Understood, master."
Funf didn't even look to see Grundig leave; she trusted in Alice, her beloved A-cup doll. She instead focused on the auction; less than two hours remained before she could finally reunite with that annoying man.
This ti, she wouldn't lose and would surely squeeze him dry.
Funf couldn't understand why the act, which she found disgusting and strange, was all she could think about with him.
She hoped the eting would settle everything.
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Grundig walked through the crooked stairwell, wrapping around a deep underground tower, his eyes remained dull. Thanks to the fla of the first Abyssal, he could endure the disgustingly erotic visions flooding his mind.
However, the watchdog beside him wasn't simple.
He could sense no mana, no divine aura, yet the mont it moved, his entire body shook with a deadly chill.
'I won't surrender to this slut. The only god I worship is myself!'
Arrogant, haughty and confident.
Without these three things, he wouldn't have endured the damned Emperor's crusade and massacre of all non-humans. To destroy the various churches and weaken the gods they worshipped, Grundig held a great grudge against the man who slayed the last dragon queen, and mother of his wyvern, Little Red.
'But even this damn Abyssal took control of back when I t that man.'
He wasn't a foolish man, although greedy; he'd always taken precautions, even after finding this strange eye. 'Why did it suddenly awaken?' Grundig touched his left eye before shaking his head.
'I will look into this later. For now, that little girl. Lun. I have to deal with her tonight.'
Grundig turned to the erotic figure beside him and spoke.
"Oi, you."
Creak~
The sound of her stopping movent made a loud squeak as she tilted her covered head to look at him.
Without a voice or sound, but a strange gesture, Grundig felt she asked him. "What?" When she tilted her head and leaned forward.
'A covered face, fingers like blades, this eerie woman is out of her mind!'
"You should hide, if people notice you up there, won't it affect your master's plan, if we don't secure that demon. She might just burn you little dolls in anger. I've known the mistress for decades, and it's the first ti she's ever taken interest in a man."
The frozen doll shook, as if scared.
Then nodded.
Woosh~
Thousands of threads burst from her limbs, attaching to the roof, before she shot into the air, in less than a second, without sound.
"Holy shit..." Grundig's low voice echoed in the darkness, although he could hear the distant squeak of leather. He still let out a long breath and started to calm his mind; he didn't need to pretend to be under her spell.
With a slap on his cheek, he cleared his throat.
"Let's go."
Tonight, he'd face his niece, soone he didn't hate... rather, many things happened in the past that Grundig wished he could take back.
Touching the eye embedded in his left socket, his lips twitched.
A slight pain shot through his heart the mont it detected these feelings.
"Argh! Stop, I didn't betray you!"
Grundig's face turned pale as he clenched his chest and leaned against the wall. He was the evidence that sotis making pacts and deals with existences that had long vanished wasn't all glory and delight.
Now he could only fulfil his desires and objectives.
With those thoughts growing stronger, the stabbing pain faded, and the fla in his left eye flickered with delight.
"I will make the Bronzeblade clan surpass the empire."
"Under my leadership and rule, our legacy will beco the strongest legacy in the world."
As he struggled upstairs, the audience chambers slowly filled. The grand auction, which happened once a year, would take place.
Beautiful servants, several extrely handso and enchanting auctioneers would earn in a single night what an entire year's work couldn't get them. This was the true dark side of the empire, a special event that moved between two different provinces each year.
The Carnival of Indulgence.
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anwhile, at the entrance, Asmodeus stood in his elegant and high-class suit, beside him, Nerim wore her shimring dress, holding his arm.
Lun and Logan left earlier and attended separately, although the original plan was to stick together after the sudden attack. The dwarf beca introverted and trusted no one but Logan and the old mbers who risked their lives.
'Well, it can't be helped, we're not exactly close. I can only be happy she still trusted Logan.'
Asmodeus glanced at the huge building, a mixture of eastern and western architecture, along with the thousands of guests entering with masks. In the centre of the auction venue, a massive arena would take place during the intervals for each item.
This is where Brando would appear.
Asmodeus hoped that tonight wouldn't end in disaster.
"Brando, just you wait. I've co to save you."
Little did he know, the weak and vulnerable Brando might just shock him with his own plans.
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