"E-Excuse me…"
Abaddon tipped down his sunglasses and leaned up from his chair.
Standing before him were this planet's natural inhabitants—a pair of humanoid females with dastardly pale skin and tentacles instead of hair.
Their eyes were purely black, and their faces were close enough in likeness that they could have been sisters.
"Do you perhaps have a mate?"
"I don't see one here with you. Are we free to take you as our own then?"
Abaddon turned to Darius and shot him the fiercest glare his face was capable of expressing.
Darius had a penchant for fiery women. It was one of the reasons he and Abaddon got along so well.
But while Abaddon didn't do certain things and actions out of respect for his wives, Darius was a man well known to flirt with danger.
And since the beach they were on wasn't exactly a private one, they were already beginning to attract a modicum of attention from the locals.
"...Please, leave me alone before something unfortunate happens to you."
