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So many names, I can barely remember the players by the end of the game...
One look at the unfamiliar Nire was enough for her to realize the necessity of wearing a student uniform. She could still imagine sloppy, bookish nerds from wealthy families, but now she seriously doubted whether she had ended up in an imperial military academy, judging by the exam question. —Well, hello, hmm, why not? 🙂 —she smiled slightly, exchanging glances with Cassia. —We're telling scary stories, it's your turn.
— Scary stories, hmm... Have you heard about Medivi from Aeolia? I heard that there is an underground section of the city where all sorts of dirty things happen. They trade in illegal goods, hold death matches, and engage in slave trading: some are sold as labor, some as research material for all sorts of mad scientists and sorcerers, and some are sold for pleasure—the pointy-eared Lilies seem to be particularly popular there, as they have very "feminine" forms and are very popular among buyers because in Lily society, women hold a dominant position: perverts like to "break" those with strong characters, you see. Well, think about it, yesterday she had a dozen husbands and used them as chairs or footrests, and today, after they thoroughly brainwashed her, all she can think about is unwashed... well, you know, ha-ha-ha!
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Varya knocks on door 204.
— Who is it? — a voice comes from behind the door.