Lali walked through the streets of Cerenis, no destination in mind. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She was looking for a library or bookstore or anywhere that might have information on nymphs. After all, what better place to look for material on celestial nymphs than a bustling town by the water? That being said, she had been there for a few weeks with little success. Anything she found contained facts and legends she already knew, therefor rendering them useless. So for now, she was hoping to find a small, mysterious place that would contain readings that would perhaps be considered controversial elsewhere.
All she was carrying was her white pouch, as always. It contained everything she needed. Lali wasn't oblivious to the eyes that followed her as she walked. With her figure, attire, and just overall looks, she was used to it and learned it was most often best to just ignore the onlookers. As long as they didn't touch her with any gross desires, she didn't really mind. And given her magic, the touching itself wasn't even what bothered her. It was more that she didn't want to do anything with anyone without purpose—whether it be to prove her love (something she had not yet fallen into that she knew of) or to transfer her magic.
It was at this time that something caught her eye. While she was just looking from shop to shop, she noticed a familiar figure: Hadrian. He had helped her so much over a month beforehand and she hadn't adequately paid him back. But now that she had more money and more supplies, perhaps it was time to repay her debt.
She walked over to the place and opened the door, not bothering enough to actually see what she was entering. But when she got in, her eyes were in for a surprise. It was most definitely a brothel. And based on the woman that had now made her way into Hadrian's lap, she guessed he hadn't entered this place on accident.
Never one to let her objectives change, Lali decided to repay him anyway, as embarrassing as the situation was. Then again, she had made out with his unconscious friend... so surely this wasn't much worse?
With a deep breath, she took a few steps forward. And then she was stopped by two burly men. One was a little over six feet with short, black hair and tan skin. A scar ran over his right eye and he was obviously not the most attractive man—probably the reason he was at a brothel. The other, however, was completely opposite. He was still taller than her, but just barely. His hair was looser and a sandy blond, covering his eyes just a little. He was also a lot paler than the other guy. But the one thing that was the same between these two men were the looks in their eyes—the look of lust.
"Pwetty woman, why dontcha stay withs for a while?" asked the bigger of the two men.
The other one added, "Yeah, we cahn goh i shome of da rooms in da back."
Given the way they talked, Lali realized that they were both probably too drunk to realize that she wasn't like the other women here. Even though her looks were of pure natural beauty—not smothered in make up or covered in skanky dresses—it seemed like they didn't notice. This wasn't a situation Lali ran in to a lot, and she didn't quite know how to reply.
Giving a nervous laugh, she replied, "No, thank you. I'm here to see someone... else." Even if they were drunk as can be, Lali still kept her manners.
"Ooo, plaing har ta get!" the blondie said to the other man, who then stepped in close to her, wrapped his arm around her so that his hand was just touching her butt, and pulled her up against him.
Then that man replied, "I like that!"
Lali just stood there, debating her options. She could knock him out temporarily, considering how much he was already touching her. Or she could give him a nasty headache. Or she could make him super weak and run. Or she could kick him in the nuts. Or she could... the list just went on and on. Trying to look around the muscular man, Lali attempted to find Hadrian. Maybe he could help her in a way that wouldn't end in this perverted man's pain.