Monke and Battle Royales (29)

After a brief nap inside my tent, I made my way to my first job as decided by Oshurkova a day earlier, and that was guarding her tent, along with Typhial, who was still giving me the stink-eye for being such an, in her own words, uncouth, barbaric imbecile who lays with a stinky street cat.

"Is it because of the sex?" I had the mind to ask that question, with my entire curiosity centered on it. Looking at me like I was some kind of lower-class dweller in a cave, she nodded fervently and opened her mouth.

"Yes, it was because of the sex. Plus, you made too much noise the whole night!" She yelled out loud, not being able to control her voice as her pitch went an octave higher. If there was a glass nearby, I'm sure it would've shattered. Harpies have naturally high-pitched voices, after all.