NARRATOR

“Goddess…” Sigrid was disgusted.

Under different circumstances—if the participants were willing—this might have been arousing. But like this, it was just revolting.

The two male slaves groped the woman between them, their hands slipping between her legs, squeezing and sucking on her breasts.

Soon, she was kneeling between them, her mouth and hands working their lengths.

Beside her, Lucrecia looked quite entertained.

Sigrid scanned the room, searching for the slave she was looking for. Just to be sure—she didn’t want to make a mistake.

She was 99% certain that the one she needed to save was Umbros, but that lingering 1% remained focused on a certain slave who stirred something deep in her chest.

She needed confirmation.

As the moans grew louder and the pale-skinned, full-breasted brunette climbed on top of one of the reclining slaves, riding him while sucking off the other standing beside her, Sigrid let out an exaggerated yawn.

Her message couldn’t have been clearer: I want t