Grey let out a relieved sigh, picking at his teeth with a pointed wooden stick.
He sat on the couch of a luxury hotel, his feet up, his ass pleasantly washed. It had been a while since he felt so comfortable. Now, he was well rested and well fed.
'Time to get to business.'
"Alright." Grey clapped. "Put your cloak on."
"You're talking to me?" Amunet asked, cleaning off her own plate.
She ate slow. Painfully slowly. Grey had probably eaten enough for 20 body builders and she had only just finished off the first plate. Even Mauve ate faster than she did, and Mauve certainly needed a lot less energy considering the gap in their strengths.
"Usually I ask them to take their clothes off, but this time, yes."
Amunet rolled her eyes. "Do you know the abilities of the cloak?"
"I know enough to know that it's going to be the only thing that stops us from being smited by their fake Goddess, so yes. Put it on. I want to sense your Frame."
