They surrounded Matthew, reveling in song and dance, engaging in the utmost seduction.
In the beginning,
Matthew was still a bit restrained.
But when he looked back,
The other four had already started enjoying themselves wildly at the feast!
Especially Tyraste.
Don't be fooled by the old man's normally staid appearance; he had the most beauties in his arms.
Of course,
They were all elves, hmm
"Now that you've become a god, why be so coy?"
In the midst of the chaos,
Someone uttered these words.
Matthew felt there was some truth to them.
So, he casually grabbed a petite banshee with serpentine hair,
And pushed her under the banquet table!
The scene became even more chaotic and decadent.
Matthew had forgotten how long the banquet had been going on.
All he knew was that the array of beauties surrounding him kept changing, wave after wave.
Only after being through it did he realize—
Turns out there were so many races in Aindor!
Time flew by swiftly.