The next morning.
Ishtar sat up in bed at dawn, her skin beneath the quilt glowing a delicate rose red from the night's intimacy, a newfound sense of comfort enveloping her entire being, surging through her flesh, making her unconsciously stretch her limbs and give a contented murmur.
So, this is how pleasant it feels to do such things.
No wonder the men in the city flock to the Temple, mingling with those divine prostitutes all day.
Oh, right, let's be professional.
Don't forget the necessary procedures.
Ishtar smacked her forehead and, after fumbling with the Magic Circle Diagram, tossed something over.
Luo En glanced at the six copper coins that fell onto the bed, somewhat bewildered:
"What?"
"Your payment; you did well last night."
Ishtar clapped her hands, her words tinged with a deep satisfaction and joy.
Luo En was momentarily taken aback, and then a certain strange deja vu arose in his heart.
