Asmodeus glanced at the victor who won the previous auction for a moment before turning his gaze back to the red she-devil who crept a step closer with each bid. 'What's this woman's deal?!' He grumbled, leaning back into the seat.
The auction turned out differently from what he imagined, with communication jammed, and the entire venue protected by an existence that countered his power. Asmodeus found himself trapped between a rock and a hard place.
"Phew~ isn't this a wonderful night to meet again, dear?"
Although Funf danced in sync with the other female auctioneers, Asmodeus couldn't help but doubt whether the amount of effort she put in was for him alone.
Her plump hips bounced as she twisted and turned in the most seductive shapes, mesmerising those without sufficient mental defence.
"Nerim..."
