"You're right. I caught a glimpse of her figure through the curtains, and damn, an unspeakable urge hit me. Those long legs, that hourglass shape, those curves. I'd kill to have her."
"You're just horny, you bastard. Should I tell your wife? Besides, are you even worthy enough to afford her?"
"I know," he said with a grin. "But we can at least imagine, right?"
His friend, thoroughly disgusted, stopped talking about it altogether.
Eryke, overhearing everything, sighed inwardly. He took the last sip from his cup and stepped outside casually.
"So, this is the place, huh?" he murmured, tilting his head up to look at the seven-story building towering before him.
In the Martial World, most people lived in simple huts, while a few wealthy Martial Artists could afford two-story buildings. But only two kinds of people were capable of constructing truly grand structures: Alchemists and Merchants.
