Asmodeus dropped his guise of Ryuji while sitting on the comfortable leather couch, his back sinking into the backrest, with his clothes messy and half open. Beside him, the two perfectly dressed beauties now lay unconscious, covered in a blanket, and their eyes were dreamy, along with various bottles of high-grade alcohol strewn across the table.
'To think the gems and gold I've stored over the past year could be converted into the empire's currency... the black market is great.'
He glanced at the two women, shrugging his shoulders. 'Since I didn't penetrate them, Serena won't be angry... I hope.'
Suddenly, the stage turned dark, lights flashed, and the fans circulated the air around the arena, different from the smoky and filthy streets. The VIP area carried a fresh scent of expensive perfume, flowers and money.
"Ladies, Gentlemen and People of all Races!"
