All that was without even counting on all the lust points that he had managed to accrue over the day. Roughly a little over a hundred women had attended the party. The BASIC missions for almost all of them had a danger rating of none. This was because the basic missions weren't all that risqué in nature, they were just parts of normal basic interaction. The same, however, wasn't true of the only INTERMEDIATE mission that he had pursued all day of arousing the women. A majority of them had come with their husbands or brothers, those that came with a female chaperone were few and far between. As such, there was a very real danger of coming to some form of harm if the ones that had come with the women had realized what effect he was having on them. As such the danger rating for this second part had swung between low ad average for different women. Despite doing all the BASIC missions with all the women that had come today, the total lust points they gave as a category came to a little ov

Greg couldn't help but smile, his bitterness at being called a coward soon forgotten. "What can you tell me about the dungeons?" he asked. Greg was itching to jump into the dungeons. He, however, didn't want to jump blindly into something he knew nothing about. "There is one simple rule to remember no matter which dungeon you find yourself in," She informed him. "Remember that it's all fake, but treat it like it's real," She quoted with enough seriousness that Greg knew that this would be very important in his dungeon dives. "That's as much as I can tell you about the inside of the dungeon, the rest you can find out on your own," She stated with a cat-like smile. "Why spoil a perfectly good surprise," She added offhandedly. "Outside of the dungeon, however," The familiar continued her tone once again becoming serious. "There are a few things that you need to know. One, Inside this particular dungeon, if nothing happens to you, you will experience a whole day," She relayed. Greg's

Greg had no idea where he was. A whole hour of sprinting through streets and lanes, turning every corner, and diving into every alley that promised to free him from his pursuers had left him completely lost. It didn't help that the men that were after him were as relentless as the hounds of Hades. On several occasions, Greg had been certain that he'd lost them, only for them to pop up hot on his trail barely a minute later. Greg had long since begun to grow desperate. He was completely unfamiliar with this city, whereas the ones after him seemed to know it like the back of their hand. That he so far hadn't been caught yet was purely a function of blind luck as opposed to his foresight. It was because of this growing desperation that when he saw it, he didn't hesitate. Greg had managed to get out of the line of sight of his pursuers. As such, when he came across the open door into what was probably someone's house, it was, to him, nothing short of salvation. With barely any pause, he

After a small pause to think over his words, the woman smiled. "Forward-thinking," She said, sounding pleased. "I like that," She added. "Fine then, sign the contract and I promise to take you with me to the Mayor's dinner party," She stated. Greg couldn't help but smile in return even as his hand took hold of the quill and moved across the paper. As soon as the paper was signed, there was a slight shimmer of gold from it before it once again reverted to looking like mundane everyday paper. "Now, how should I refer to you?" he asked with a note of amusement. Here he was, having signed what was probably a ten-year contract with someone whose name he didn't know. If not for the rules of the dungeon asserting that all relationships were reset with every new dungeon trial, this would have been a very stupid move on his part. "Zarra," The woman answered with a smile as she received the contract from him. "When you and I are alone, you can just refer to me as Zarra," She said turning ar

The two of them came to a stop on the other side of the room. From the way they were seated, Zarra could see the two of them at a glance. The woman's husband, however, had his back to them and all his attention focused on the woman before him, completely disregarding what was going on behind him. By the time they came to a stop, the woman seemed to have gathered enough courage to begin her work. "Hold out your hands, please," she instructed. Greg smiled and did as instructed not hiding the desire in his eyes as he let his eyes roam over the woman's body. "Your husband is a fool," Greg spoke up only loud enough to be heard by the woman before him. The woman's gaze flicked from the measuring line she was using to regard Greg. Still, Greg didn't continue directly. Instead, he watched her with an easy smile. Just as her initial surprise was about to turn to offense, he continued. "If I had a woman like you by my side, I don't think I'd ever be willing to let you out of my sight," He sai