Interlines 1- Someone so handsome that he makes your legs shake with one look.

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A tremendous strength.

A heroic countenance.

A strong sense of justice.

A beautiful face!

The man who had helped me in the carriage turned out to be someone amazing.

"He… could do it!"

A thrill floods my chest as I recall a specific moment. Those words resonate in my chest.

...….

- Just grab him by his member and force him to take responsibility!

The first time I heard these words I couldn't help but be surprised by how bold they sounded. All I did was look at Lira and Mira in a contemptuous manner as they laughed at my reaction.

- Don't make fun of the girl like that.

- Mock? But I'm serious, the only way slaves like us can avoid death is by hooking up with some good match.

- But she's still a child…

- Better yet, she needs to learn to take care of herself.

A heated discussion started between the other two captured girls. It had been barely 2 weeks since I fell into the hands of the slavers. Back then I couldn't stop crying when night fell.

- Listen to me girl, in order to properly choose a good match, you need to look at 3 things.

- 3?

- His strength, his sense of justice and his face.

I looked at them confused by the 3 strange requirements they told me. They looked at each other and stood up dramatically.

- Your ideal man needs strength, if he doesn't have some kind of strength, consider it impossible for him to protect you if something happens.

- Any kind of strength?

Lira stood up while showing her scrawny arms as if she wanted to show off her muscle.

- Yes, it can be with big muscles, a huge fortune or an important noble. Someone without at least one of these can't protect you.

Mira lifts her leg and places it on top of one of the logs we were sitting on as if she was stepping on a beast that had just been shot down as she raised her arm.

- A sense of justice is another requirement for an ideal man, someone unscrupulous can bring you too much trouble.

- Also, if the person doesn't have good morals, you might end up being treated worse than an ani- ouch.

Mira's raised hand suddenly falls on Lira's head.

- What are you saying to the girl?

An annoyed look fell on Lira as she rubbed the bruised part. A moment later, regaining the drama, both of them stand up and make strange poses that highlight their faces.

- And finally…

- His face!

They shout in unison.

- His face?

- Who doesn't want a handsome master?

- Someone so handsome that he looks like he was framed in ivory.

- Someone so handsome that he makes your legs shake with one look.

They put their hands together dramatically as they say these words and finally jump in a strange way while giving strange screams.

After that moment, they showered me with all kinds of advice and training to be able to seduce the ideal man. Lira and Mira were the only ones who were kind to me. It is possible that, if it were not for them, I would never have recovered my spirit and I would continue crying at night remembering what happened to my mother. Thanks to them, I could take care of myself even now that they had left my side.

...…

"Lira… Mira… I think I finally found my ideal man, someone with the strength to carry out my revenge."

A new determination was born in my chest as I listened to the traces of fighting that were developing. In a matter of minutes, the lord returned with the other slaves with me still in his arms and created a wall of fire around us.

- I will go out for a moment, you stay here while I finish off the guards out there. I will return in a moment.

He slowly puts me on the ground while I think about the tactics Lira taught me, before he can leave, I make some signs for him to bend down. When he is within my reach I approach him and hug him making sure my chest touches his arm.

"This is quite difficult if you don't have much of a chest"

A certain frustration invades me as I look up pleadingly as Mira taught me.

- You... Will you come back?

- ... Of course little one, I will definitely come back to save you.

- Do you promise not to abandon me?

I try to emphasize my body even more while I beg him to come back, all of this will be useless if he doesn't come back to see me again. He just looks at me with a certain tenderness as he puts his hand on my head and begins to caress me.

- Don't worry, I will definitely come back for you.

- Is that a promise?

- ... Yes, I promise.

He gets up, says something else and leaves. His reaction leaves me somewhat confused on whether to take it as a victory or a defeat. Even though he made a promise to me about coming back, I wasn't feeling like the seduction was of any use.

"- When you apply this secret weapon, the guy won't be able to take his eyes off your chest. When that happens, he'll be surrendered to you."

Despite having followed the steps to the letter, I didn't feel him laying his gaze on them at any point.

"I suppose it's a problem that they're so small."

As I rethink my strategy, the wall around us suddenly goes dark. From the darkness of the night comes a formally dressed man who looks at us with some concern.

- It's a pleasure to see that you're safe and sound.

He makes an elegant reference to us before continuing.

- I'm Igor, the mayor of the nearby city of Cannes. Follow me, I will guide you to our camp to take your personal data to help you return to your respective homes. As guests of the hero of fire, we will take you safely to your destinations on my honor as mayor.

We all look at each other before shouts of joy and satisfaction fill the air. Despite the joyful atmosphere that formed around me, I couldn't help but worry that the gentleman would come back for me.

- Excuse me sir.

I raise my hand and call the attention of the elegant gentleman.

- What's wrong, miss?

- The man who rescued us isn't coming?

- The hero of fire? Of course he'll be back, don't worry. I assure you he'll be back safe and sound.

After saying that, he stands up and, accompanied by some guards, walks away while the rest of the slaves follow him. As soon as we get to the camp, some men greet us while they take off our shackles with the help of a man with a huge hammer. Although I'm worried about the hero, when it's my turn I can't help but tremble.

- I-Is there really no other way?

- Don't worry, this will be over in an instant.

When I try to back away to escape, two maids hold me by the arms and restrain me. I can only give a scream that resonates throughout the camp when they release me from the chains that tied me.

"I thought I would lose an arm there."

I drag myself wearily over to where some maids are handing out clothes to the slaves who were released from their shackles. The maids smile predatorily when it's finally my turn. They quickly whisper to each other and one of them runs to the back where she pulls out a small white one-piece dress. The dress looks so luxurious that I look incredulously at the maids behind the box that served as a counter. They just smile wickedly before charging at me without giving me a chance to escape. Before I knew it I had been dragged into one of the tents and dressed in the dress.

- How cute!

They start celebrating amongst themselves as they look at me and fix my hair a bit as if they were playing with a doll. The little energy I had left was totally drained by the maids' enthusiasm.

- Why are you giving me such an expensive dress?

- Don't feel sorry for receiving it, it's just a pajama that had been donated to the church in Cannes.

- A pajama?!

I can't help but cry out in surprise at her revelation. This dress... or should I call it a nightgown?... was a pajama...

- What are you doing here? Get back to work.

The maids surrounding me quickly fled like partridges when an older maid entered the tent. She scanned the room I was in to check that there weren't any more hiding. When she lays her gaze on me, she gives me a tender look before returning to her previous expression and leaving the tent. I quickly thank the older maid in my mind and quickly flee towards the banquet hall.