Kimberly

No one said a thing or even frowned. Although their hearts were crying and protesting to be set free, their faces were paralyzed and their hands were firm on massaging every inch of Damien's body, afraid that a single mistake would cost them their lives. 

"You seem to be good at this," he said to one of the ladies who was caressing his nip.

The lady didn't speak but nodded.

"Who taught you?" He asked. 

"I…I…learned from servicing the higher-ups' bodyguards." She answered. 

Damien almost puked when he heard that. "You mean, I'm having a leftover from mere guards?!" his face turned red. 

Damien doesn't do girls that 'low-class' humans already had. 

The girls, almost ten in number, stiffened when they heard that. They didn't dare to accept or deny but one of the ladies decided to speak up for herself.