"I don’t think so. I think the man is probably just a gigolo. Since he has a good figure. It's a pity to pass him to the Master," Esme stated regretfully.
Garth was furious to hear this. "How many years has it been? You still can’t overcome your nymphomaniac's problem. Now let's get down to business."
"Well, he's exactly my type. Do you have a problem with that?" Esme stood with her arms akimbo.
Garth instantly became meek upon seeing his wife explode in rage. He paced back and forth in the room and asked, "What should we do now? The Master has told us that the Lord's appetite has grown a lot recently, and we haven't caught anything large enough for days. Are we going to let them go just like that?"
"That’s such nonsense. I’m not willing to let them go. Do you have any other
