Adequate Preparation

But then Limon thought better of it. The mercenaries, engrossed in their ablutions, scarcely registered his arrival. Instead, they paused in their activities, modestly covering their chests, and chorused, "Master..."

"Uh... um."

Gazing upon the rather chaotic and alluring scene, Limon managed to regain a modicum of composure, offering a faint response. His steps, however, trembled slightly as he pressed on.

It was not until he had exited the courtyard and entered the corridor that he released a pent-up breath.

Truly, it had been a rather overwhelming sight. No wonder there had been mercenaries stationed at the door to prevent any uninvited intrusion.

Since Limon was regarded as one of their own by these mercenaries, they had naturally made no effort to bar his entry, which had led to this rather awkward encounter.

Once his racing heart had calmed, Limon's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the tableau he had just witnessed.