After leaving behind the young apothecary and her little assistant, Lillie examined the medicinal pills in her bosom.
There, neatly tucked between her breasts, was a paper envelope enchanted with preservation seals. Despite the enchantments, an herbal hint wafted up to her nose.
It calmed her nerves as she drifted among the myriad races.
An extremely good-looking young man appeared beside her, bare-chested, with patterned scales that appeared like a jagged reef—another High Snakespawn, embodying the highest of bodily aesthetics.
"Madame," The young man's voice rang like a sinful lure. Sweat dripped down the carvings on his back, exuding a scent identical to the calming medicinal pills in Lillie's chest.
"Take them and manage yourself better, Rozen." Lillie tossed the paper envelope to her puppet.
As if not expecting the throw, Rozen flinched. His head moved back, allowing his azure, shoulder-length hair to flutter.
