“Lady Light teaches us that there is no such thing as a day of rest, when the world is still inhabited by infidels!” She got up from her chair, and, sure enough, it was the very same Missionary that had found their town and nearly caused a very irate Goddess to wipe them from existence. “Please, I’m on a vacation! And so are you, by the look of things!” “Hi there! Would you like to hear about our Lady and Saviour, Lady Light?” With a yawn, he took a peek around and made the big mistake of locking eyes with a woman who lay only a few metres away on her own massaging wicker-chair. The magic imbued into the wicker-chair made it capable of vibrating such that it released all the tension in his body and made his chubby flesh soft like a newborn babe’s. He leant back more and let out an audible sigh of contentment. Toads were genuinely beginning to terrify him. He was unsure if she drank it because she genuinely liked the taste or because it looked like blood. Goldie sat next to him, lapping up her eighth bowl of strawberry daiquiri. Imu was leaned back in the wicker-chair on the shore of the paradise realm he had been teleported to.
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