Scantily... clad... maidens. Dolemeck's heart felt like it stopped for a minute. he then felt a somewhat goofy smile creep along his lips, and then his bright green eyes rolling into the back of his head. His face hit the table in front of their booth hard, enough to rattle the silverware and knock over a plastic glass of water.
Their clothing and beauty was a bit too much for him... well, at first anyway. if he regained consciousness, he MIGHT be able to talk to them like a decent being.
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