"Captain, you're back."
"Hey, why have you brought back another barbarian? Weren't you satisfied last time?"
"Captain! Captain!"
Bang
The door closed.
The Poisonous Widow's subordinates glanced at each other.
What's happening? Ignoring us?
The captain seems to be in a hurry.
"Maybe the last barbarian was so satisfying that the captain bought another one."
"I think that's it. That barbarian is really unlucky; no man favored by the Poisonous Widow has ever left the room alive."
...
Bang
The door closed again.
Inside the room, an amber light turned on, casting a glow on the whip, candles, cuffs, and other objects in the corner by the bed.
There was a blood-stained cross on the wall.
The atmosphere was already
The Poisonous Widow turned and looked at the barbarian. The fiery feeling of near insanity faded a lot, but the desire was still there, just not as urgent as before.
"Let's have some fun."
