[ Goodness, what a lying liar! Chongyun considers, pausing for a moment to take it all in, since it really does seem important to search the bathhouse... but decides that she does make some sense. If it's been quiet the demoness might have gone looking for food that isn't the flesh of misbehaving men. Maybe she was in the mood for a snack. Or ice cream. The flesh of lecherous men strikes him as being more of the savory, main course sort of thing.
And he's hungry too. He likes shaved ice.
It looks like he isn't going to notice the dildo. Taking a few steps, he turns back to look at her to say one more thing—and the new position finally puts it in full view. His lips part and he gasps—aha!—pointing with eyes gone wide. A clue! Actually, maybe it's even better than a clue? ]
Miss Monts! Behind you! [ he steps over quickly, reaching to grasp it— ] Could this be ... did she drop her weapon?
[ It's indeed a blunt object, but for some reason, given the accounts, he had expected it to be bigger. Like the length of a sword? But this still could do the trick in an assault, couldn't it? ]
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And he's hungry too. He likes shaved ice.
It looks like he isn't going to notice the dildo. Taking a few steps, he turns back to look at her to say one more thing—and the new position finally puts it in full view. His lips part and he gasps—aha!—pointing with eyes gone wide. A clue! Actually, maybe it's even better than a clue? ]
Miss Monts! Behind you! [ he steps over quickly, reaching to grasp it— ] Could this be ... did she drop her weapon?
[ It's indeed a blunt object, but for some reason, given the accounts, he had expected it to be bigger. Like the length of a sword? But this still could do the trick in an assault, couldn't it? ]