Werewolf and What Not
"What? Do you guys have no other entertainment?"
"Oh, we do have one called Pick-A-Girl." Sunny helpfully explained, a wicked grin on his decidedly handsome face. "Basically, you throw ten to twenty girls in the colloseum and let a sticky small squid into the arena. It'd pick a girl to marry for life."
Azran rolled her eyes then, "By a sticky small squid, he meant a baby Kraken that's really twice your size. And by marry for life, he meant the baby Kraken would do that thing to the girl until she pass out. Or being transferred to another realm. I mean, The Land of the Dead."
Horror flashed across his face.
"Relax," the girl, suspiciously did not look bothered by what she just said, added as if an afterthought. "The girls are thrown in there were criminals and sentenced for death anyway."
It didn't make him less horrified. "Thank you for clarifying it. Realy opens up my mind."
"You're welcome. But still, what are you going to do about the crown?"