Julius kept his warm, kind smile plastered on his face as he waved toward the cheering crowd, his golden armor gleaming under the afternoon sun. The Divinity soldiers flanked him, their spears held upright, while the officials followed close behind.
His eyes swept across the crowd, lingering on the women who had gathered to catch a glimpse of the famous hero. His smile never wavered, but his thoughts churned with cold, dismissive judgment.
Ugh... Look at these women. Plain faces, dull eyes, bodies shaped by hard labor and poor meals. A few are passable, maybe decent enough for a quick fuck, but none of them are worth my time. They don't have the grace, the beauty, or the class of the women I usually bed. These are the kind of women who would be grateful just to be noticed by someone like me.
