The man simply took the drink in his hand and without giving it a second look he turned it upside down on his now distortetldy open mouth. Everything about that actions just looked...off, creepy to some. He didn't use this vessel much so he wasn't used to mimic their natural movements or he just didn't care enough to exert even the most minuscule effort of getting it right.
A feeling started forming inside him. He couldn't explain it as he had never experienced it before. Inner unrest. Just as he placed the feeling 2 of his elf slaves were kicked from his body and came crashing down on the floor. One with blonde hair, white skin, blue eyes and elegant body and the other with short red hair, green eyes, sun kissed skin and athletic/light-muscular body. Both of them had revealing exotic white with golden lining revealing garments befit for a slave.
"Master, I don't feel..hicc..right like everythingisswirlingaroundinlightandnoise..hicc.."-as she started to get up only to drop again. After 8 more tries she managed to lean on the lap of a customer before fully lying on her back above his knees. She giggled a little as she *booped* his nose from her position.
The other girl was already stealing other patron's drinks and taking them in one go while telling her story. The story of how she once was a mighty warrior of legends who hunted demons, beasts and mythical creatures to protect her world when suddenly a "God", she said the word in a sarcastic tone, wanted her to be sacrificed to him. And WHAT DO THE PEOPLE DO? They just HAND HER OVER, place her in a sacrificial table and do the deed! All the things she did for them! Her mood was swinging all over the place while telling her story. From sad to happy to angry to sleepy.
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