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"One cookie won't hurt, and there's still plenty of time before the performance ends to get hungry again," thought Guion. He didn't say anything aloud – his mouth was busy.
"You always have something in your mouth, I notice. And it's not always food."
"You always seem to have your mouth full of something. And it's not always food."
Gideon choked, as his thoughts went in the same direction, but decided not to delve too deeply into the subject. Fortunately, it was already getting dark, and no one noticed that he had blushed slightly.
- Yes? And what kind of rumors, for example?... In general, her tattered outfit suggests that some kind of survival game is held in this labyrinth for the amusement of the wealthy. For example, the victim searches for keys and hides in closets and under beds while this bunny runs around the corridors. At the same time, you can also stuff notes back and forth, adding a bit of plot.
- Yeah? What kind of rumors, for example?... Actually, her tattered outfit makes me think that some kind of survival game is held in this labyrinth for the amusement of the wealthy. For example, the victim searches for keys and hides in closets and under beds while this bunny runs through the corridors. At the same time, you can also stuff notes back and forth, adding some plot.
- No, it's not tattered, it's just the light reflecting, but the idea is interesting. I think the other guys wouldn't mind playing something like that, although it depends on the reward for successful survival. And the rumors... Well, for example, they say that losing men are used for organ harvesting, and women are forced to pay off their debts with their bodies. - He shrugs. - It sounds unlikely, of course, but it's an interesting topic.
After Guyon left the room, Alaria waited a moment and checked again to make sure everything was in order with the evening surprise. Satisfied that no one had discovered anything, the girl nodded contentedly and, just to be sure, locked the place where she had hidden the dessert. So that any curious Guyons wouldn't get to it.
Gion would hardly try to spoil the surprise, even if he discovered it – after all, he was expecting some small, easily accessible treats, not a festive cake, and he understood that he would ruin the celebration for everyone if he touched the surprise prematurely. Now was a good time to reflect on the past, as during his time as a slave, he was fed, to put it mildly, not very generously. But now he was in a good mood, so he decided not to dwell on it and simply returned to watching the rehearsal.
- So, both of them are working hard... Let's hope we won't have to clear out the casino dungeons later, - the priestess shook her head. - Alright, let's leave that thought for later. Go quickly if you want to, because Sonata and I have prepared a little lesson in patriotism for you. Maybe after that, you'll draw some more.
- So, both of them are working "physically"... We wouldn't want to have to clear out the Dungeon casino later, - the priestess shook her head. - Okay, let's leave that thought for later. Go quickly if you want to, because Sonata and I have prepared a small lesson in patriotism for you. Maybe after that, you'll draw some more.
- I don't really need to go anywhere, and neither do the other guys, so I think you can start.
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