A few minutes after Lucy's orgasm, she had recollected herself and returned to her seat opposite the Clown.
It wasn't as comfortable as before though, as there was a pressing issue at hand, constantly bothering her: her soaked underwear clinging to her skin.
For now, she ignored it and tried her best to control her blushing. She then spoke to the clown, who sat there with a confident smile on his face.
"M-mister Clown, I understand that you will not be the god of this kingdom, but I must ask you something. Will you aid us in the problem with the vampires? When I think of the children in danger, I can't help but..."
Her voice trailed off, and a sad expression took over her face. Being the princess of the kingdom, she couldn't help but feel she was partially to blame.
Solomon noticed this.
"Do not worry, princess. This is a matter I have already started looking into."
Lucy looked back up in surprise. Her eyes had a new glow to them.
The clown has already started aiding us?
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