3.6

[Warning: Suicidal thoughts,  smut]

It was not until the way back I discovered the effect of the alcohol here, I fanned myself incessantly with my right hand as I wandered ahead, slightly swaying, System guiding me back to the room. 

Two young servants had been tasked with bringing me back; however, both were too scared to even come close to me never mind help me walk straight.

I waved goodbye to their abhorrent faces and closed the door on them. 

Wishing to see the city at night, I pushed open the slatted doors and leaned against the balcony edge. Feeling the cool night breeze blow the strands that had loosened from my braided hair, I felt momentarily alive.

The view was beautiful, the streets somewhat noisy, as everybody still celebrated the misery of the abducted girls.

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the three girls I had left behind in the wagon. Or that pair of girls from the stage.