Her tongue flicks feline across her lips. “That’s bold, Kurtis.”I shrugged.“And dangerous to go there.”I put my hands on the heads of the tw... rakshasa princesses. I scratched them, both of them purring. “It was dangerous to come here. But I didn’t mind taking risks to get what I want.”The queen’s eyes slid over my other women. “Still, the nagas are not nearly as welcoming to outsiders as I am.” A dangerous smile spread on her lips. “And I am sure you can tell how friendly we are.”That would be. She said the same. He went back to his house but he watched her from inside his house. She could see him. And that was when he noticed it again. She started crying again. An hour later he decided to go outside, again. There was no reason. He just felt he had to know. He’d get to the bottom of it, somehow. He’d take his time. Even if she was a slightly older woman. So what? He knew he’d get her to tell him why she was always crying it seemed. “Hi again,” he said, smiling. Again, she “wore” those. . youknow... personally..." As shy as a squirrel?"I winced at that cruel but accurate assessment."There's my public position to consider," I insisted. "You canimagine the headlines: 'The Cross-dressing Earl of Hadleigh'. Itdoesn't bear thinking about." God, pompous much? All right, all right! I'll introduce you as oneof the Estate workers who's volunteered to help out. That certainlyfits with the state of you. Earls aren't supposed to do manuallabour. I'll find you a baseball cap and. . . what's it called again?" A MOBA based on Duel Monsters," the man stated."OK, so yeah, if you're trying to get a bunch of girls to play the game, he's hot and all, just . . ." Joan trailed off.The Japanese man sighed. "That's my brother for you."Joan froze. "Brother?" She has a brother fetish," Marc supplied.Joan nodded, thankful for Marc's keen memory over their discussions on the topic as well as his support."I see. Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba," he stuck out his hand for Joan to shake. "You'll.