140. Pumpkin Night

Why do kids love sneaking out at night?

Our always-complaining kid, Rout, was already descending from the second floor of Amaranth's inn, carrying Hen with him, wearing a hooded cloak. He planned on going to Hartley's house.

"You are one of Fritz's friends, right?"

Startled, Rout almost had a heart attack, clutching on his aching chest. He forced a smile after seeing who it was that had scared the shit out of him. Amara, the innkeeper, was wearing the thin purple dress one worn when sleeping. The cloth was thin. It was semitransparent.

'Peer, peer. Oh, n-no bra! If she is braless, that means... *Gulps*'

Gradually, those peering eyes of him nervously tried looking down at the part where Amara's womanly sensitive part was located.

*Gulps*

'O-Oh, it is pink,' he thought, disappointed at the fact that the innkeeper was wearing panties. 'I guess Ms. Innkeeper does not go around commando, huh?'