A voice quaked throughout the air, filling the atmosphere with a sickly salty scent. The light seemed to have a certain afterglow to it, as if the drag off a cigarette in the afterwords of intimacy. As if a a lover's whisper, a quivering replay to the demand, "Well muscles... do you wish to speak with the leader of the Negi... or do you wish to seek pleasure in her bosom?"
