"Please... have a drink..."
The ladies behind her all covered their faces, a speechless expression evident as if they could hardly bear to witness the young girl's behavior. But Fisher glanced at the girl once and suddenly reached out to grasp her hand holding the wine glass. After caressing the back of her hand, which made her blush, he took the glass from her and gulped down the liquid inside.
"Schwali's lord is indeed generous..."
The flushed face of the brown-haired girl subsided a bit as she gazed at Fisher's generous profile and hesitated before pouring him another full glass. "It's a pity that gentlemen of such masculinity are rarely seen here, especially after the cold war between Nali and Schwali."
"Don't worry..."
Fisher seemed to be attracted by the girl in front of him; he quietly grabbed her thigh, feeling her somewhat unnatural body reaction. Fisher's peripheral vision was comparing this leg to another he had seen before that was amputated.
