Midnight Butterfly

Again, Angor wasn't sure whether he should eat this thing at all, so he gave Felicia a pleading look.

"Forgery Stones. They help women grow larger breasts," Felicia replied casually.

Angor quickly shook his head at Greya. He didn't wish to turn into a she-monster like Hookdick.

"Greya" made a duck face.

Felicia looked at Angor's helplessness and sighed. "Hey Greya, find something else to do first. I need to talk to him. If you act like a good kid, I'll give you some wine later."

"Greya" nodded happily as if she were a real little girl who was just promised candies. She then returned to her tiny table and started cooking and eating.

Felicia grinned at Angor. "You're still too weak. I brewed something for your fragile throat called Mythical Butterfly. Should I warm it up into 'Fickle Butterfly' or ice it into 'Midnight Butterfly'?"

"Err, what's the difference?"