Chapter 439: Culture shock
Kate’s eyes went wide. When Damon had mentioned local cuisine, she definitely did not think this was what he meant. The random inn they had picked turned out to have a tavern attached, one that was far too wild and lively for comfort, if those were even the right words.
Demon women, surprisingly not ugly or monstrous, danced on raised platforms between the tables, their black hair flowing, and their slender hips swaying. There were barely clothed, draped in scraps of silk that shimmered under the torchlight.
Every so often these scraps of clothes also slipped away from their body as another demon laughed and grabbed them. The demon women did not seem to mind at all, continuing to dance completely naked.
A couple demons directly dragged the women from the tabletop and pinned them right on the tavern’s floor. The group then went at it right then and there, the event blowing up into a whole orgy. The other demons in the tavern howled with laughter, slamming mugs onto tables, egging the group on to fuck harder.
Kate blushed and turned away, her cheeks heating up. What the hell was this place?
The tavern itself was chaos.
A group of horned brutes slammed their mugs together so hard the wood splintered. A demon with scaled arms gulped down a glowing green drink, then roared with laughter as fire licked the corners of his mouth. In the back corner, a pair of beastkin argued over dice, their snarls rising into a fistfight that ended with one getting thrown headfirst into a wall.
Damon pulled Kate a little closer and whispered to her. "Is this making you uncomfortable? This is how the demons live. Excess, chaos, no shame, no restraint. To them, this is pretty much normal. They are either fucking or fighting. You’ll have to get used to it. Demon cities are all like this."
Mark, meanwhile, was pretty relaxed. He snatched a mug of whatever passed for beer here and gulped it down. He then leaned back against the chair, silently observing everything. Kaelthorn was also doing the same thing.
Riven’s eyes were wide open, watching one of the demon girls. His mouth was also wide open. Ellora took another step forward and currently had one of the demon girls sitting in her lap with her neck tilted.
"My Lord, would you like to take the first drink?" She offered Damon casually, as if this entire debauchery around them was nothing more than background noise. The demon girl in her lap squirmed, letting out a soft laugh and tilting her neck even further, crimson veins pulsing just under her dark skin.
Damon only smiled. "You go ahead and help yourself."
Ellora then without hesitation dug her fangs into the demon woman’s neck. The woman gasped, but instead of fear or resistance, a sultry laugh spilled from her lips. Her body arched against Ellora’s as though she were enjoying the act, her violet eyes rolling half-shut in ecstasy.
Around them, no one batted an eye. A pair of demons laughed from a nearby table, one even slamming his mug down and shouting, "Drink her dry, bloodsucker!" before returning to his own brawl.
Kate’s cheeks flamed crimson. "This is insane. Absolutely insane."
"Do you want to try one?" Damon planted a gentleman’s kiss on her forehead. "Or maybe shall I have them send one over to our room where we can drink privately?"
What now? Kate stared at him in disbelief, especially at the ’I am a very good boy’ polite smile on his face. All sorts of images flashed in her head and she shook her head vigorously.
Meanwhile, Ellora finally pulled back, lips stained with crimson. The demon woman collapsed against her with a dreamy smile, looking dazed and satisfied. She licked her lips delicately, then turned her gaze to Damon. "My Lord... she was delicious."
"She was delicious it seems? Are you sure you don’t want to try?" Damon teased her again which made Kate jump out of his grasp. "Ah. I think I will be going up to rest first. Why don’t you guys call me later if we are actually doing something?" She then quickly turned to Damon again and warned him with a stern look. "Don’t you dare send anyone up!"
Damon leaned back in his chair, lips curling into a sly grin as he watched her vanish upstairs. He rested his chin on his knuckles. "She’s adorable when she’s angry."
Ellora dabbed the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, crimson still wet on her lips and quickly moved closer to Damon. All of her competition was out of sight and she was not going to miss this chance.
"My Lord, I would be honored to share a drink with you, either here or privately..." She moved in close and flashed her assets. Damon chuckled softly. "Maybe later?" He patted her head, making even the devilish seductive woman blush. He then stood up to get out of the tavern. "You guys enjoy yourself here. I think I will take a stroll around the city."
"I will come with you." Mark stood up and joined him.
The two of them then walked into the streets and started wandering around the city. Not so surprisingly, the scenes they had seen inside the tavern was pretty much happening everywhere around the city.
Demons were fucking each other in random places, not in the least bothered about the public display. Most walked around with liquor in their hands and the rest walked around with bloody hands, with blood still dripping. The entire place was way too lively and wild.
Damon was already used to this and Mark did not particularly care. "There are going to be a lot more demon players when the news about this portal reaches others."
Yup." Damon laughed. This was precisely why everyone loved to join the dark faction. No rules. No order. Just chaos. But there was also a downside to it. It was extremely easy to die in the dark faction and it took a lot to make actual progress either in levels or in ranks.
Damon only barely finished the thought in his mind when a brute shouted at him. "Blood sucker! Come! Fight with me!"
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