Poseidon recruits the three warriors against Ja Lia

In the depth of the ocean.

"When the mortals and the immortal meet, to what do we owe that."

A very husky but quite rich voice came from ahead of them. The warriors couldn't figure out whose voice twas. Who was to blame that they were caught in such claws? Of course Aojen.

Three ladies remove the sacks covering the heads of the three warriors. They looked up at the ladies. They were extraordinarily beautiful. They hadn't seen any sort of ladies ever.

"Who are you and where are we?"

Aojen shot at the lady standing beside him. The lady didn't say a word. He looked up at her. She was barely naked.

What she had on was a strap of linen reaching across the two shoulders down the path of the boobs. The linen cupped the boobs, but left every other parts open.

Of course the waist down to the rise of the thigh had its own covering too. But the milk skin of the ladies shone with elegance. He could barely survive the rage of the beauty.