Villain Ch 1903. Just Creepy
Allen exhaled through his nose the moment the tavern door creaked open. A rush of warmth, smoke, and roasted meat filled the air—along with the ever-present buzz of player chatter, dice clinks, and that off-key lute someone always insisted on strumming in the corner.
They entered Ront City's most popular bar—The Drunken Beholder—and found it just as chaotic as ever. Rows of wooden tables filled with laughing players, cheering guilds, and that one drunk monk trying to convince his healer girlfriend to try a dual-skill fusion with "hand techniques."
Allen rubbed his temple. "Just... act normal."
Which was impossible, really, when you had a harem squad of seven smoking-hot women trailing behind you—each one in disguise, but still effortlessly hotter than 90% of the female character models here.
Vivian adjusted her bustier, disguised as a sorceress robe, sure, but the neckline was still very much 'sin incarnate'.
