Chapter 1887 Sanctum Of Defilement(Trans-fuck):>Ep17

• After a few more scattered exchanges on details, the leader of the driders wandered off, her two handmaidens in tow. Mikra was the taller one, who spoke in monosyllabic words and gave a harsh scowl to just about everyone. Lyra was the wider one, and was less outwardly hostile, though she seemed to keep her eyes on Skari at every moment. These three represented the grand sum and total of Skari's military, as they were the only ones who said no to performing physical labour. Another thing to worry about, she mused, then headed off herself to inspect the grounds.
• "Are things looking to your satisfaction?"
• Skari jumped. "Fuck, sorry Honeydew. Forgot you were there."