"You're welcome to come find out for yourself," Dulce said in response, his silver blue eyes reflecting the festival lanterns.
He shoved the Demon aside and continued on, his steps more deliberate now. In every single agreement his heartless shell had made, there had been no restriction on other intimate partners.
Dulce had seen countless festivals such as this one, and at any other time, it wouldn't have even caught his attention, much less his interest. But right then, with the inclusion of unwanted contracted Demons, he was inclined to experience it.
"What a pleasant coincidence!" A third person stepped into his path.
This time, it wasn't a Demon abruptly appearing right in front of him, but rather a perfumed brothel lady who was all smiles, her tone familiar.
"I doubt you remember me, milord, however you are incredibly difficult to forget." She gushed.
Dulce stopped to entertain her, looking past her to the brothel she was standing on the steps of.
'Three-Petals Hall'
