“Yes. Arel let me be gang raped.”
“I cannot believe it! And Enriki Galas? I had not noticed anything about him like this before.”
“No, I just sucked Enriki.”
“Fuck! Is there anyone you haven't fucked with?!”
Nikto laughed:
“Of course there is! There are many of your black mercenaries.”
“That is, with your unclean ones, have you already rested with every one of them?”
“Are you excited by such conversations?”
“Simply, simply, such, uh … free morals reign in your midst … and … and … I worry about my daughter. For Karina, – got out Kors. – Did you rape her? Also let in a circle? And don't say it isn't! Everybody fucked her here.
“No, not like this. Kors, I swear to you, it was all voluntary.”
“Well, you may not, but Prince Arel for sure! I know him very well!”
And Kors “heard” suddenly how Arel thought a little contemptuously: “It is very necessary, she wanted me herself and came to my Castle, she was wet from me.” Kors caught the echo of Arel’s emotions when he thought of Karin. He seemed to have become a prince himself and felt his sex with Karina in the Castle. Her moans under him, her such passionate embrace, sheer desire and excitement. Karina really was wet from the prince, Kors didn’t expect such love of her daughter for the utter pervert Arel.
“Oh no! Cash me out! I don't want to catch it!” He shouted.
“I do nothing, you catch them yourself,” said Nikto, “you are very perceptive.”
“Yes, the specifics of my work taught me to see through people, to see even what they want to hide,” agreed Kors. “But I didn't see you.”
“I'm not quite a human, and, probably, my, as you put it, “shameful appearance” confused you. You looked at my tattoos and jewelry and didn’t see me behind them.”
“You are right as always. And why didn’t I send you your other things along with the mask! I should have sent you everything, not just the mask and the family ring. Somehow it turned out ugly.”
“You probably haven't thought about it.”
“I haven’t, honestly, I even forgot about them.”
“You simply didn’t perceive me as a person yet.”
“But I sent a mask as a sign of reconciliation! And… my own ring.”
“Yes, a mask, on the one hand, as a sign of reconciliation, but on the other, knowing now how you feel about those who wear a mask… For you, this is a sign of a slave, being in a mask is shameful and humiliating. You wanted to make up, but you humiliated me again: you sent neither my ring, nor jewelry, but a mask. My shameful mask, so that I could cover my shameful face with it.”