The night was deep.
Under the palm trees by the roadside.
Furinjira's face wore a smug smile as she continuously fiddled with the headpiece adorned with red, green, and blue gems, occasionally adjusting the angle, and asked, "Master, do I look good?"
"You look great."
Losa responded somewhat helplessly.
Indeed, she looked very good.
But the problem was, Furinjira had already asked him the same question four times.
From the corner of his eye, he sneaked a glance at Prajna, noticing she had lifted her hand to gently stroke a golden necklace with an emerald gemstone hanging from her snow-white neck.
He couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth, feeling a surge of joy.
Giving these gifts and seeing them both happy was worth his careful selection—initially, he had worried that these gifts were less practical than upgrading their accommodations with equivalent money.
It seems that no matter the species, females find it hard to resist shiny gems.
"We've arrived."
