"Sir?" Zaroth was awakened by a gentle shake. With a grunt, he opened his eyes. The first thing his gaze fell upon was one of the women with alluring bodies that was part of the staff.
"What happened?" he managed to mutter.
"You were taking too long, so I entered the room only to find you passed out."
"How much time has passed?"
"Less than a minute."
Taking a few moments to compose himself, Zaroth slowly stood up. His eyesight naturally went to where the Crimson Widow was supposed to be.
But thankfully, the beast was nowhere to be found. It seemed that after he had passed out, the spider had entered his soul, most likely sensing that if it was seen, it could spell bad news.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned to the woman.
"I'm fine now, thanks. I guess I just had too much to drink," he lied as naturally as he breathed. He hadn't drunk a drop of liquor, but at the moment, it was the most believable lie he could come up with.
