Midas turned towards the obnoxious voice with the same smile as always.
One only needed to take a single glance to tell the woman was from a rich background as she was adorned in a beautiful gown. Even aside from her dress there was a confident smirk on her face with rich rouge lips with long black lashes and matching eyeshadow. Walking up to the door was a woman with long wavy crimson hair that fell along her back only to then fall across her gigantic rear that had an impressive hump.
It was essentially impossible to ignore that massive body below her waist. Her breasts were still very sizable - if not on the level of the snake - yet they still couldn’t fully take one's attention no matter how much they seemed ready to flop out her open top dress. As Slate stepped out of the way to get a good view of what was coming up Midas could see many people stare at her butt which had everything hanging out.
“Ah, if it iss not the young wife of Adjar, eldesst misss Bian of the Flaming Tiger Lao family.” <Midas>
“I’m afraid I don’t know the name of a mere plaything that isn’t even able to properly dress herself in clothes.” <Camtaur>
As can be expected the gaggle of rich girls following behind the camtaur all gave their own chuckles while a wave of mocking gazes landed upon the snake. Their attention was quite clearly on her outfit which sank into her stomach with disgust - the same was for some watching men while others certainly didn’t mind her appearance. Midas herself just chuckled with her hand raising to cover those plump electric lips.
Somehow a cold chill went down the noble women's spines as Midas spoke words that would become the most fear words in high society.
“I know all your darkesst ssecretss sso I wouldn’t recommend you try thiss.” <Midas>
Slate who watched from the side grinned to herself while shaking her head; one thought went through her head.
<She’s gaslighting them to reveal their own secrets in their thoughts… Thoughts she can actively read as easy as breathing. She really is a snake!>
And what the interesting secret she gained.
“*Snort* I’m surprised you are even sturdy enough to stand let alone speak such big words - you appear as if you would break like a toy under my father. Still it appears your mind devolved enough to appear on the street in such a disgraceful manner. Have you got no pride in yourself though I suppose you are already handling enough with a great man like my father.” <Bian>
The noble taur had a red fan with black floral print upon it as she waved it in front of her face to hide her own discomfort - her supporters were no different. Something about the snake unsettled her; maybe it was her overwhelming seductiveness while not even appearing bothered. Everyone here knew the snake’s body was having every inch studied by crowds who either hated or lusted for her, something many of them may not be able to handle, yet she maintained a calm sultry smile while supporting that stomach. They couldn’t help but think that perhaps she truly did know their secrets?
With such a thought Midas had no more reasons to disappoint.
“Oh indeed, I’m ssure no woman knowss more about Lord Flaming Tiger than you~.” <Midas>
Hearing that everyone couldn’t help but glance from the corner of their eyes towards Bian who quickly began to grow pale. Flames seemed to arise from her eyes before she pushed her anger back down into her camel stomach yet her ‘smile’ was still more akin to a frown. With the height she obtained from with her camel lower half she towered over Midas.
“I don’t like your crude suggestions especially from a sex slave who knows nothing.” <Bian>
“Hm~? Iss it not true that you are hiss daughter - which woman could posssibly know more about a man than their very own daughter… Oh I ssupposse you thought I wass calling you hiss lover? Now which family would have ssuch a desspotic relationsship!” <Midas>
Bian was obviously quite shellshocked by Midas’ explanation as she could only blush while softly nodding her head. Still the snake wasn’t done as her tongue flickered cheekily outside of her mouth with that same sultry smile upon her lips. Unlike Bian who was beginning to get nervous as everyone gazed at her with doubts Midas tried maintaining eye contact with the person she was talking to.
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