Leonhardt watched the woman's figure vanish into the hidden room, a smile coming to his lips as he stood from his seat. Attention returned to the Rank D. His lips curled into a malevolent smirk. "Hey, Trash."
"W-What the fuck did you say to me, Unranked!?"
Rock trembled beside Leon, who sat back on the couch, his legs crossed and arms spread along the backrest. "I called you trash, a Dungeon Master who is weaker than my cute dark elf, are you not embarrassed?"
Leonhardt's finger danced along Nyxara's neck, each touch causing her to tremble with ecstasy, even though he barely touched her skin.
A sudden lull in the music and voices echoed.
"Y-You shouldn't have said that... It's against conduct..." Rock's stuttering voice didn't contain anger or aggression but worry.
The poor Kobold trembled as he spoke with bouncing whiskers.
'Strange, we are rival's yet this Kobold is worried about me.'
"Conduct?"
