"Haa..."
Ryven panted heavily, his cheeks flushed crimson. His body trembled involuntarily as the lingering pleasure coursed through him.
"H-how the hell did you endure that with a straight face?" He asked in disbelief, staring directly at Samminah.
"Hmm... I suppose you could say I've grown numb to certain pleasures," She answered expressionlessly.
"I don't think I understand what you mean." He looked away, unsure of how to respond.
A few minutes later, the overwhelming pleasure finally subsided, and the flush on his cheeks gradually disappeared.
After regaining his composure, he opened his mouth to speak again.
"Right, I forgot to mention that I can't start explaining the artifact descriptions just yet."
"It would consume too much time, and from what I feel that, this place isn't safe at all. Frankly, it's making me uncomfortable."
"More importantly, how are we supposed to get out of this place?" Ryven asked Samminah, tilting his head slightly.
