New Class
While Ryan was lost in thought, they arrived in the said dungeon, and he couldn't help but frown at the high number of people working around the place. It looked like a small town where one could find anything that helps them clear a dungeon. Weapon shops, people selling potions, blacksmiths repairing and forging weapons… there were even some women with revealing outfits trying to sweet talk some survivors.
"Is that…" Ryan frowned.
"Prostitutes… some people concluded that they are not fit to fight, but they don't care about selling their bodies," Bianca said.
Bianca looked pretty disgusted. As for someone who fought since the very beginning, she probably loathed survivors who chose another path… Still, in the end, she and her friends knew that they couldn't limit the survivors' options.