Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

She pushed me inside as I ascended the luxurious grand staircase and opened the double wooden beam door that was right in front of me.

"Ugh!?"

I was ushered to the center of the room, and finally she pushed me, causing me to fall onto the velvet sofa.

A soft touch caught me, and I quickly got up, only to find that it was dark all around.

The hall was sparsely populated, with several velvet chairs. The only light came from the candlelight on the short-legged round tables and the walls, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, and…

"It smells like musk."

The unfamiliar scent made me cover my nose. Miss Aisha spoke to me and said, "Sit down on the sofa opposite me."

The other female warriors (Amazons) also rudely brought out chairs and sat down around me.

I saw a few men who looked like guests, and waitresses in formal dresses serving drinks, and realized that this elegant space was a reception room—a VIP room for entertaining guests.

"It seems there are no rooms available. You'll have to wait here."

"I think it's fine to start here," Miss Aisha said with a bold laugh, making my face twitch.

What is it about to begin? I dared not ask.

"Second sister, please." "Aisha, let me have a taste too." The female warriors (Amazons) chattered amongst themselves, narrowing their eyes and slowly approaching like female leopards. Someone gently stroked my neck from behind with slender fingers. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly opened my trembling lips and said:

"I...I'm from another faction (familia)...Isn't it inappropriate to just barge into your headquarters like this? So, therefore!"

"It doesn't matter, we bring adventurers in every night."

"Of course, by force," Miss Aisha immediately retorted. She glanced sideways at the adventurers being served elsewhere, seemingly completely unconcerned.

In a sense, this was bringing the enemy into her own camp, yet she remained completely unfazed.

"If you want to have sex again, I'm all in. Whether it's inside the house or in bed, bring it on."

She slammed her long leg on the round table with a "thud," indicating that she wanted to hit him, but he welcomed it instead.

I was speechless, realizing the true state of this seemingly unguarded brothel, filled with scantily clad women.

The women before and around me are shrewish, heroines, and strong women.

They can handle skilled high-level adventurers with their bare hands, so they don't need bodyguards.

"Fighting whore"—this word, which I had heard somewhere before, flashed through my mind.

(A prostitute (adventurer) receiving "blessings" from the goddess Ishtar...)

I suppressed my inner turmoil and stole a glance at Miss Aisha from the front.

Her personality seemed to embody the bold and resolute nature of the Amazons. Her every move was impeccable, radiating confidence; she was likely the soul of the group. This woman, possessing both strength and beauty, was undoubtedly the most influential person speaking in this situation.

My heart was pounding wildly. Mustering my courage, I asked:

"What...what do I have to do for you to let me go...?"

I had no interest in such a hellish place as a brothel, and being forcibly taken to the headquarters of another faction made me terrified and humiliated.

An alien space, a sense of incongruity, and dread. This tension and chaos almost brought me to tears, and I pleaded desperately.

"..."

Upon hearing my plea for mercy, Miss Aisha first fiddled with her hair.

Then a prostitute who looked like a waitress walked among the female warriors (Amazons) who were arranged in a circle and placed a glass on the round table in front of me.

I was startled. Miss Aisha gently picked up the glass of wine that looked expensive, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Although we call ourselves a high-class brothel while standing beside our goddess (Ishtar)... I have no intention of feigning nobility. We Amazons..."

She twirled the intricately carved glass in her hand, ignoring my question and giving a completely irrelevant answer.

Just as I was at a loss, Miss Aisha narrowed her eyes and grinned.

"We're not going to sit here in the palace waiting for strangers to come to us. We'll find tough men ourselves."

"Huh..." I froze on the spot. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear:

"Don't you know the habits of the Amazons? We kidnap men...and eat them clean."

And without a doubt—that sentence made all the sweat glands on my body open up instantly.

Amazons.

They are generally perceived as combative and warlike. It is said that each tribe in each region uses a different martial art.

Their physique and physical structure are the closest to humans among all races, but they possess the unique trait of "only being able to give birth to daughters," making them a very special race among the five subhuman races. All children born to Amazons are Amazons, without exception; there are no half-subhumans.

In other words, if they want to have children, they definitely need the assistance of men from other races.

"Assistance" is just a euphemism; in reality, Amazons abduct men and devour them, leaving not even bones behind... It is said that their ferocious habits, passed down from "ancient times," continue to harm many people even in this modern era of divine intervention, all for the sake of procreation. Some rumors even vividly describe how rural boys, youths, or married men are taken away and return as crippled.

This female race is like a bloodthirsty beast; they will find a man they like and bring him back to their lair.

This is the Amazonian.

In short, I am the one who was "abducted".

From the very beginning, they had no intention of listening to my pleas.

"Give up on that idea."

Miss Aisha added a final blow, leaving me frozen in place.

The other female warriors (Amazons) nearby also revealed beast-like smiles.

—I will be ravaged to death.

Pushed into the abyss, I became deathly pale.

"...?"

Just as I was being consumed by pessimistic thoughts, I suddenly heard Miss Aisha raise her head.

The other female warriors (Amazons) did the same, looking suspiciously in a certain direction. Despair overwhelmed me, I was a beat too slow to notice.

The sound of hurried footsteps was approaching the VIP room.

"Oh no, Aisha!? Frini's coming!!"

An Amazonian forced open the hall door and rushed in.

We and the astonished guests all looked at her; her face showed signs of anxiety.

"Friline"...?

When this somewhat cute name puzzled me greatly, Miss Aisha and the others' expressions changed.

Come over here! Hide quickly!? They forcibly pulled me up from the sofa—but "that" arrived a step faster.

With a deafening roar, the door panel flew into the air.

I was stunned by the sight of the Amazonian standing in front of the door and the heavy gravel door being blown away.

"—He has the scent of a young man;"

She appeared, her huge nostrils twitching.

That was a giant over two meters tall… no, a female giant. Beneath her red and black hunting attire, her short, brown arms and legs were clearly visible, not a metaphor, but rather four large, muscular bulges. Not only was her height astonishing, but her width was also incredibly thick, giving her a short, stout physique, with her hands, feet, and torso completely disproportionate.

The most exaggerated thing is that huge face.

With her black, bobbed hair, constantly shifting eyes, and a parted, slit mouth, it's not exactly flattering, but she looked just like a toad—

(A monster!?)

I was deeply shocked, thinking to myself how incredibly rude I was.

At that very moment, I did indeed see a phantom of my grandfather, his eyes rolling back and foaming at the mouth.

"Hehehehe! I heard you brought a man here, Aisha~?"

From the damaged entrance to the VIP room, the giantess—an Amazonian woman—stepped into the room.

Miss Aisha clicked her tongue at the sound of her hoarse, frog-like laughter.

"What are you doing here, Frini?"

"I heard you guys brought a little brat back with you, I'm a bit interested~"

"Let me see too~" the woman called Florini said, walking heavily forward.

She easily kicked the round table and sofa away, heading straight towards this side.

Then, she saw me hiding behind Miss Aisha and the others, and her mouth stretched wide upwards.

She flashed a huge smile, revealing her large teeth.

"Isn't this the 'Rabbit' of the Hestia Familia?! It's still just a little brat... but I like it!!"

A bunch of ugly, grotesque wrinkles squeezed out of her cheeks, and that smile gave me goosebumps.

She burst into loud laughter again, her eyes shining brightly.

"Push him down, straddle him, and make that cute face unrecognizable...isn't that tempting~"

—I almost fainted.

A chilling feeling, a strong sense of déjà vu. I think I had this feeling back in the time of my idol (Apollo)...

Miss Aisha and the others seemed to want to hide me, pushing me, who was swaying unsteadily, behind them and walking forward.

"Let me have a taste, Aisha. Don't worry, I'll give it back to you right away."

"Don't joke around, this is prey we caught."

Miss Frini's request aroused murderous intent in Miss Aisha and the others.

All the Amazons stood up to confront the giantess, making no attempt to hide their disgust.

Despite being on the same side, their relationship is so bad that they don't seem to belong to the same clan.

I didn't have time to understand what was happening... I only knew that alarm bells were ringing in my head.

"There are so few men good enough for me these days. I'm bored, so what's wrong with letting me have some fun?"

"You'd better stay hidden deep inside the brothel forever. How many men do you want to ruin?"

The female giant and the female warriors (Amazons) faced each other, about five meters apart.

Miss Aisha, who was speaking to Miss Frini, was very cold and impolite.

"Beauty is a sin, isn't it? They all become dependent on me for satisfaction... The goddess (Ishtar) may be somewhat attractive, but she can't compare to my beauty."

She... she was serious...!!

"It's all because of you that adventurers are unwilling to approach headquarters anymore, and it takes a lot of effort to catch them. Wake up, toad."

"Nothing is uglier than a woman's jealousy. You ugly freaks who aren't as pretty as me and can't beat me."

The Amazonian squabbles, though making me shiver from the cold and other reasons, made Miss Frini's presence undeniably real.

After several "upgrades," I became able to understand it.

To understand the strength of the person in the confrontation, the outline of their "capacity (power)".

Miss Frini was stronger than anyone else present, and probably overwhelmingly so.

The oppressive aura she exuded was similar to that of first-level adventurers (those people).

Miss Phryne's insults enraged Miss Aisha and the other Amazons, creating an atmosphere that was about to erupt. The other prostitutes hurriedly shooed away the customers who had been too frightened to move.

(Hmm, maybe...)

Miss Frini and Miss Aisha were glaring at each other, oblivious to their surroundings. I noticed that few people were paying attention to me, so I quietly slipped away from the Amazons from behind.

While I'm at it... I'm facing forward, bending over and backing away step by step.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome! I might as well just rob it!"

I tiptoed away from them, but just then, a dangerous statement was made.

"I'm a female warrior (Amazonian) just like you! If you find a man you like, just kidnap him!! Isn't that right, Aisha!?"

"..."

"Let's settle this with our methods... or are you scared?"

Facing the gigantic fellow who was chuckling, Miss Aisha said disdainfully: