As his words echoed, Lyra and Amber behind him blinked rapidly.
Most people would be at least a little shaken after surviving an encounter with the Sisters of Death.
But Ulric was far from that, and as they got closer, recognizing the glint in his eyes, a blush couldn't help but spread across their faces as they understood his intentions.
The two masked figures were left speechless as well, and as he knocked off their masks, the dumbfounded expressions plastered across their faces came into view.
They tried to process his words. Until they finally snapped out of it. Amelia growled, a glint of rage sparkling in her eyes.
"Y-you… we're not that kind of women. I'd rather—"
She spoke, but Ulric cut her off, placing a finger over her lips as he paused to finally inspect them while casting his Basic Appraisal.
