Abasdarhon's Castle Auto-translated

Let him inform.

- Don't worry, work distracts you from bad thoughts. So you've actually done me a favor. Besides, it's always nice to see happy and beautiful clients.
Maylin catches the predatory glances of Taffy and Maro.
- It doesn't look that good on you, - said Taffy.
- Yes. And it makes you look fat, - added Maro.
- Well, you two are real meanies, - Izemberta said with a smile.
- Yes, we are, little snakes, - Taffy replied and hissed like a snake, Maro joined in and hissed too. - Bite, bite!

Taffy gently bites Izemberta on the ear, and she doesn't resist. In her mind, Maylin sees all of Cezan's fantasies about this.

-- If you speak, you might see your dearest father again. He'll probably lock you up, but that's your problem. But if we find out you've said anything bad about my hospitality, you know what will happen.
Of course, he won't let him go. Why would he? It was obvious from the start that there was no hope of getting a ransom from the merchant. The boy's fate has been sealed for a long time, just as the fate of a mouse caught in a cat's paws is sealed. When a cat plays with a mouse, it struggles, then finds itself in the cat's claws again, and this repeats over and over, because from the mouse's perspective, there is neither a cat nor a game – only life, freedom, so close, yet so unattainable – it is completely incomprehensible to the poor rodent's mind. From the cat's perspective, the outcome is perfectly clear.

“You have an interesting sense of humor, girls,” she said with a warm smile, dismissing Cezan’s lewd fantasies. “But unlike some, I have a mirror and excellent eyesight, which allows me to know how I look. But perhaps you both should go to an ophthalmologist. It seems like you applied your makeup a bit unevenly, the pencil is not uniform in some places, and you overdid it with the eyeshadow in others…”

-- Wait, girl, men are talking! -- Quint turned to Ancel and winked at her. -- So? -- he said, addressing the prisoner.

I don't discriminate against Lafir. Am I a racist or something??

- Hey, bro, - Sid gently touches the body with the tip of his sword. If there's no reaction, he flips it over with the toe of his boot.

- Alright, I solemnly promise that I won't cut anything off you, hand you over to the authorities, or kill you.

- Ugh, and she's quite the little bitch too! - Maro said, approaching Maylin and whispering in her ear. - Don't worry, Taffy and I love it when there's something to grab.

She gently grabs Maylin's butt. Both snake girls giggle, Izemberta smiles slightly, and Cezan's fantasies ignite with renewed vigor; he approaches Maylin again and tries to hug her.

- Be careful, Maro, or I'll start getting jealous! - says Brasahog.
- Oh, you possessive one!)))

What the hell am I doing?! >_<

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Oh, that Maylin. She talks a good game, but in reality... well, as usual...