Harem Tournament of Champions

In Straton,

'By any chance, does this mask bring bad luck?' Hisha questioned, avoiding eye contact with those who went by their businesses.

Keeping a low profile was paramount to his need to stay out of trouble and secretly investigate what had happened to him while he went hunting.

[Your natural charisma and charm are gone once you take up the form of someone familiar]

Hisha pulled over his hood and had a black mouth mask over his as he walked through the bustling land; it was the central part of Kurg where all beastmen and humans interacted.

'In other words, I am as good as a clutz when my disguise is triggered on.'

[05:26:34]

Grrrr!

Hisha grimaced and held his growling stomach.

Dipping his hand into his pocket, he pulled out three gold coins.

Inhaling the aroma that permeated his nostrils, his eyes searched for the originator.

Once his eyes had locked on a rustic, cheerful, and warm-looking tavern. Hardwood planks and beams make up most of the building's outer structure.

Instinctively, he made his way towards it, in hopes of getting a taste of the food and drinks of the local delicacies.

'It's about time I let loose a bit and forget the title that burdens me.'

Just taking a step, he heard a ringing in his head.

[Be careful, you are being tracked]

'There's no way they can find out it's me.' Hisha blew HTC's concern off.

The mask should perform just like it would and bring up a face that they are familiar with if he ever gets cornered.

[The one person who can see through your disguise is among them]

HTC hinted at the presence of Kritz searching for his trail after escaping the citadel.

'Why doesn't he take a break after what he had gone through yesterday?!' Hisha thought with a pinch of regret about how adamant Kritz was in enforcing the rules.

Carefully avoiding colliding with anyone, he slipped through the narrow space he could find while making his way to a tavern–the only place out in the open and freedom he so richly needed.

At the small, curtained windows, he observed he could hear sounds of dancing, singing, and moaning from within can be felt from where he stood outside the door.

Pushing in through the thick, wooden door, a little bell announced his presence but even that was doused by the entertainment everyone was so intoxicated with.

He was welcomed by laughing voices and excitement and the musky odor of sex coming from the locked doors of the lodging area.

He looked around and was pleased to see the inside as it is on the outside. Tree logs support the upper floor and the rows of small lights attached to them. The walls are overflowing with signatures and written messages, undoubtedly from happy customers.

He spotted a message written on the wall–I would love to get another intimate massage.

Hisha cringed at the message and felt slightly off by the audacity of the customer to put it up in big, bold letters for all to see.

[You and I both know what that is]

Ignoring his system, he watched as some of the heavily drunk guys were led into respective rooms by beautiful ladies.

Above the rooms was a signboard that read–Intimacy at its peak.

Slam!

Hisha took a step back at how quick it was to hear the sounds of moaning and groaning coming from one of the doors he had his focus on.

[You picked the right place, host!]

Rubbing his chin in thought, he nodded in agreement and turned his attention to the bartender.

The bartender, buried in orders, still manages to welcome Hisha with a short wave.

The tavern itself is packed. Passing traders seem to be the primary clientele here, which looked to be a good sign.

Several long tables are occupied by, what must be separate groups who have bonded over great food and conversation. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who seem to be strangers to each other, all sitting here because there are no other seats.

Though they all enjoy each other's company. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.

Hisha's eyes widened when he realized he had heard rumors about this tavern, supposedly famous for its 'great services'.

Though judging by the number of sultry waitresses in this tavern and the amount of the men trying to subtly eye them, he could tell it is their good looks and charm.

After managing to find a seat, Hisha pulled out a chair and slapped a gold coin on the table, pushing it towards the bartender.

The bartender's eyes bulged and were quick to snatch the coin before the others at the table could get a whiff of the transaction.

He looked stunned and shocked after secretly investigating its authenticity.

"What would you like for a drink, kind sir?" He grinned like a Cheshire cat seeking to please this heavily masked stranger.

"Would you like some of our delicacies?" He offered once more, beckoning three of his waitresses over to the table.

Unexpectedly, he felt something soft push in on the back of his head and hands wrapped around him.

"Esteemed customer, what would you like to get?" Her sultry voice graced his ears.

The bartender rubbed his hands together with a grin. Calling on his assistant to take over where he had left off, he pulled away his white gloves.

Hisha on the other hand had remained mute the whole time, eagerly expecting what could be offered to him after paying a huge sum of money that was worth more than half an annual worth of sales in the tavern.

"What can this tavern offer?" Hisha responded cooly.

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