Even though it was already evening, the Crusaders' camp was still in revelry.
Many soldiers had taken off their armor, singing and dancing around the bonfire. In some nobles' or officers' tents, the flickering lights painted a picturesque scene, attracting a crowd to comment on the affairs of the world.
As time went on, the two shadows in fierce collision never stopped their movements.
Many onlookers couldn't help but gaze with awe.
"The boss is really amazing."
"How long has it been?"
"But why isn't that woman screaming anymore?"
"Could she have fainted, haha!"
...
Inside the tent.
The prostitute looked helplessly at the sweating nobleman before her, lying on the bed dazed, her eyelids fighting heavily—she was about to fall asleep because the nobleman had barely gotten on top and it was over already.
"Don't just lie there, cooperate with my movements and make some noise!"
