Step. Step. Step.
Edir stepped forward confidently, in his classic suit, keeping his hands in his pockets and raising his chin to cast an arrogant glance at his soon-to-be opponent.
"What a handsome fellow, care to keep me company? These cute boys are boring me already." A woman with crimson hair, the tips curling at her shoulders, uttered.
Then, she lowered her gaze, looking at Edir's shoes, and frowned heavily.
"Well... Even the sun has spots, doesn't it?"
Edir didn't answer anything. He just smirked and walked right up to her, towering over her and casting a shadow from his broad shoulders.
"If you were a little younger, I might even have a crush on you, but..." Edir glanced down at her exposed cleavage, "The best I can offer you is a fight. I need to fill three cells to challenge the Guardian, you know."
The woman waved her hand, releasing the attendant and taking the wine glass, slowly shaking it from side to side.
