"Ding-a-ling~~"
Soon, the soft ringing of bells filled the air, a fragrant breeze swept through, instantly transforming the atmosphere in the Stone Hall, adding a touch of ambiguity and allure.
Over twenty young and graceful serpentine figures, wearing only silver hand and ankle bracelets, approached the seated members of the Great Nobility. On their exquisite faces were expressions that were either cold, passionate, fearful, resentful, unyielding, or compliant. At this moment, regardless of their willingness, they danced earnestly, trying to please the Mexica nobility who had conquered them.
"Offering the Divine Descendants of our sworn enemies, enjoying their wives and daughters, this is the exhilaration of victory and conquest! As long as the Divine King leads us to one victory after another, the Fierce Tigers of the Mexica will always bow their heads, following the King's orders! No matter how stringent those orders might be..."
