Chapter 49 The Descent

A Gladiator Lounge

"Champagne?"

A hovering drone made its appearance in front of me with a tray of flutes made out of crystal.

I slapped at the drone. It went tumbling head over heels before crashing into one of the velvet sofas.

"It takes on quite a character," Vargo bewitched, swirling his dri...

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