you can hear 'em like a ghost

i can make the badguys good for a weekend

Crinkling her nose in response, Charlie takes a moment to glance over her shoulder toward where several booths were tucked away behind luxurious bits of fabric. If she focused, she could hear not only moans, but the satisfying fap fap fap of a handjob. Beaming, she looked back to Danta, marking the names as he said them. "Oh! Maybe I'll try Stormbreak first. I made a friend who lives there. He was very eager to learn more about Dygra." Which, maybe in Charlie's mind, had been true. Mateo had been eager about something that day in Torchline.

"That sounds amazing! We should have the next orgy there!" She gasps animatedly, tail flicking. "When is the next one?"

Nodding as if she should have known better, not that Charlie had ever lived anywhere that she needed to plan for the cold, she only offered a quick—"Me too!"—when it came to Asta, before her attention was firmly caught by the idea of the ball.

Even if it seems like Danta is laughing at her, Charlie's cheeks stay rosey and plump as she listens. "Oh. Oh I understand." She didn't. "Is it in celebration of something?"

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