"Mister, with all due respect, please leave the establishment. We do not tolerate such behavior here," the waitress said, her tone unwavering as she stood firm against the figure before her.
The adventurer leaned back in his chair, a smug grin stretching across his unshaven face. The sunlight spilling through the windows flickered over his rugged features, casting jagged shadows that only emphasized his arrogance.
"Oh? Alright, I'll leave... but only if you come with me." His eyes gleamed with something vile, predatory. "I've been itching since yesterday—I haven't had a single bitch in over a week, ever since my party and I returned from that damn dungeon excavation." His fingers tapped lazily against the wooden table, the rhythmic sound filling the tense silence.
