🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Hmm. - The monarch nodded. - With such young people as you, I feel more confident about the future of the kingdom. - Lowering his gaze and pausing on the playing cards, he asked his next question. - What kind of women do you like?
Ikusa managed to restrain herself from laughing.

—Well, uh, I don't even know... —Pomidul coughed, blushing. —Women are like books, in the sense that there are no definitive parameters to focus on. A good work is a combination of many different traits, united together to captivate both the soul and the heart. Therefore, completely different women can be appealing. She might be bright, cheerful, naive, and full of life, coming from the depths of Asuguh, to inspire and energize you for heroic deeds every day. Or she might be pale, not very tall, with slender hands, small feet, bruises under her eyes, messy or unkempt hair, without friends, withdrawn, yet simultaneously dreaming of someone close, someone who would visit her little world, but without breaking anything, so that together they could isolate themselves from the unpleasant society.