Ignoring the demon tailing him, Adam's eyes widened at the streets. They sprawled like spiderwebs, smoke rising from establishments reeking of pungent alcohol, and delicacies of another kind—the same Ozymandias had enjoyed with Wukong years ago.
Succubi waved at him, winking their bright green eyes as they pointed at their leather tops. His eyes followed their fingers to a mesmerising maze of sinful curves and flawless skin any mortal would sell his soul to indulge in. One more endearing than her colleague even moved her tongue between two fingers, then licked her lips, and gestured with her head to the building's doorway.
Adam observed her for a second, then another. His brow twitched, and his lips pursed while he face-palmed.
'As if I'd enter...' He walked past the brothels with hurried steps. Yet, his eyes drifted a few times to the succubi. 'What? I enjoy art, and their bodies enter that category with flying colors.'
