Like some of the highest-ranking officials and workers of the Central Bank of Falaniondor, Sir Greg as the head of security had a personal residence in the massive bank building.
Afterall, considering the nature and Class of potential armed robbers, it was required to protect the bank 24/7.
Sir Greg was a no-nonsense but carefree Centaur with a deep love for beer and women.
When the raid started, he was in his residence inside the bank building, enjoying a delicious feast in his dining room with 3 beautiful Vixen, his newest batch of Beastkin women that he was eager to get a taste of.
And then it started.
WOM! WOM! WOM!
The moment the alarms started ringing, the powerful Centaur was alarmed and became violent as he aggressively pushed the women in his arms away, his eyes instantly turning alert as he turned his gaze to look at one of his subordinates standing by the door.
"Hey! What is going on?"
