You couldn't exactly call it surprising. After all, this world has always been quite open about such things. Lynch had heard about similar scenes long ago, and even wilder ones.
But witnessing all of this in person, Lynch couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental, mainly due to the contrast with the personalities.
These girls weren't bar dancers; they were Wizard Apprentices possessing Extraordinary Power, already gods in the eyes of mortals, the true wielders of power in this world.
In their respective Wizard Organizations, the personas they built externally were goddesses, pure and untouchable, objects of many a Muggle wizard's dreams, worth chasing for a lifetime.
Yet here, they were like dogs... no, not even as good as dogs...
They had lost all personality and self; they were purely and simply toys.
Blair, lounging on a chair, laughed wantonly at Lynch, "How about it, pal? Feeling like a country bumpkin? But I have to tell you, this is nothing."
