As Serah and her girlfriends continue to enjoy the evening a man walks down to the ground floor and enters the hall.

With a sure step he walks forward with several of his men, before stopping before Serah's table.

Serah raises an eyebrow. “Yes?” She asks.

“Baron Douchard, a pleasure to meet you.” The well-dressed man says with a slight bow. “Usually, I would take my time courting you three beautiful ladies, but since you declined my invitation, I was forced to come down by myself. Unfortunately, I can't let such sumptuous pieces of meat walk around without having a taste for myself. So if you, please, let’s go. I'm feeling rather impatient and would prefer to have you serve me sooner rather than later.” The man says with a gentlemanly gesture towards the exit.

Serah’s eyes widen. Is this guy serious? She asks, unsure if she was properly understanding the situation. She couldn’t help but open her mouth to speak. “First of all, go fuck yourself. Second of all, you look like trash and your name is trash. Go find some other pussy to clean, Douchard.” She says, unfazed.

Samantha puts a hand on her head and sighs. Here we go. She thinks helplessly.

Baron Douchard was not impressed and simply smiles. “Since this is your preference, we’ll do it the hard way. Men, take them away.” He says before standing back.

Nickie frowns, seeing that the situation was turning ugly. Without hesitation, she takes out her wand and casts a spell. The men who surrounded the table suddenly grab for their heads as if something unwanted had invaded it.

But eventually, their resistance faded and the stood straight once more, their eyes glowing pink.

Nickie smiles. “Men, if you please. Since Baron Douchard wants to be pleasured so bad, you can hold him down while one of you fucks him. Don’t be shy, we’ll be here to make sure you’re safe.” She says mercilessly.

Baron Douchard’s eyes widen. What’s going on? He thinks, somewhat bewildered.

The men surrounding the table began to move, closing in on the baron.

“Wh-what are you guys doing? I said take them away! Why aren’t you taking them away!?” The baron exclaims, starting to become a little frightened.

One of the grabs onto the baron’s arm and holds him still, while another sweeps a leg towards the baron’s feet. The baron falls to the ground and there was a man to hold him down there.

One of the men, bravely steps forward and pulls down his pants before lifting the baron’s robe.

Serah’s eyes widen once more. “Holy fuck, Nickie!” She couldn’t help but say.

Samantha watches the vulgar scene before her, along with the rest of the restaurant, with wide eyes. We gotta get the fuck out of here. She thinks to herself. But almost unwillingly, she couldn’t take her eyes away from the scene. In stunned silence, the whole restaurant continues to watch.

A waiter watches as he carries a tray of food, blushing from head to toe. Eventually, as the unwilling moaning sounds and grunts resounded, he couldn’t take it anymore and fainted, allowing the tray and plates to clatter to the ground.

Samantha snaps out of her trance and quickly gets up. “Come on. We gotta go. We have to leave the city right now.” She says, capturing Serah and Nickie’s attention.

The two girls get up, when Nickie suddenly stops. “Wait! Should we kill him?” She asks with a tilted head.

“Damn girl! Look at him! You already destroyed the man, you might as well let him have his life! Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Serah exclaims before pushing Nickie towards the exit.

As quickly as they could, the three girls head back to the inn and gather the rest of the caravan. They had to escape while they could.

As Serah sits in the carriage, while her heart continued to beat at a slightly faster pace then usual, she couldn’t help but get worried. “Hey, you guys think that will come back to haunt us?” She asks innocently.

Samantha could only give her a blank stare. She simply sighs and shakes her head. She didn’t have the energy to answer that question.