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While getting her ass grabbed by the high ranking soldier of Daegon's little empire was quite annoying, especially since it only happened when she smelled like she had fallen into a distillery, having an audience for it that contained mostly men was taking it too far. What was worse was that, unlike most of these occasions where it was a quick feel before Theresa shot away and began to brutalize Veronna's ears, she was now trapped in the armored vice of her arms, completely unable to get away and barely able to move. She wriggled and squirmed to free herself anyway, utterly failing to do so, and all to the amusement of the happy drunk that held her and all the others surrounding them. The funny thing was that if it wasn't for all the cold armor that adorned her body, such an embrace would be somewhat welcome considering the temperature outside and the body warmth between the two. Only a few disjointed complaints escaped her lips as she attempted resistance against the trap she should have expected as soon as she arrived. Most of them came out as some form of "Stop" and "let go" with the occasional "not here" added.

After a few moments of ambivalent humiliation, the oracle finally managed to free her arms enough to reach the face of her attacker. With this she managed to cover the ears sufficiently enough to prevent the girl from passing out on top of her, but it had a chance of making her feel less energetic. With her guardian's ears somewhat secure, one of the many songs of Selenia began to resonate out of Theresa's throat. Midnight Dirge, verse thirteen, the Slumber Chorus. When her voice accompanied the words across the room, evading the reception of the molester and leaving the girl completely unfazed, the audience began to sway and their eyes became heavy. After a few seconds of random people keeling over exhausted, the entirety of the tavern had finally fallen to the powerful verse, leaving her alone with the drunken general. She wasn't really sure if that was any safer but it was definitely less humiliating.