Vale whistled as he exited from the Dungeon Core and tucked his glasses away, making his way to the lounge.
He got to the entrance and looked at the ragtag quartet's creation and thought to himself:
'What an amazing job they've done!'
Greed's voice flowed from behind him.
"How unsightly."
'When did she get here?!'
She'd probably seen him walk by and wanted to see what was up.
Greed. Not adorned in her typical dress. Shoeless. White socks. She wore simple black sweatpants and a short-sleeved crop top with glittery sparkles.
The top was thin, and her nipples were outlined quite clearly.
Greed seemed to pay it no mind.
Vale did, however…
Already abstaining from his desire was hard. It only became more so when an ultimate beauty crafted by the gods themselves descended into his home and decided to scantily dress.
"There's no cohesion between colors. Everything clashes."
