Amidst training, the morning passed quickly. By noon, the girls were exhausted and lay sprawled on the ground with their swords discarded.
"I… feel like I lost my arm…" a young girl complained.
"Just an arm? I can't feel anything above my waist."
"Want me to check?" A girl teasingly replied, reaching out to grope the second woman's breasts.
"Cut it out," a fourth voice interrupted. "It's not like she has much to feel either way."
The girl's face turned red as she shot up. Because of her tomboyish haircut, she had already had too many guys mistaking her for a man. She didn't have to be reminded about her cutting board of a chest.
"You!!!"
While the girls toyed around, there were a few who had forgotten all about the promised reward. To them, Aiden felt like a demon who was working them to the bone.
