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As soon as the door was about to open, Shein had his words all planned out; assuming it wasn't Shiabiann, of course, he would salute, tell whoever it was his name, rank, and meaning for being there, and then hopefully be brought directly to the Magistrate herself.

What ended up happening was, as soon as the door opened, he got about half of his first word out before his mouth simply refused to cooperate. "I..." he stammers before being dragged into the room.

Being a Knight-Errant, and very new to the Order, he hadn't been allowed to deviate from his duties to visit the Pleasure District. Being on the front lines hadn't helped, either. This was every young man's secret fantasy; but despite that, he had to try and protest.

"Please, I-" Before he can speak more, multiple hands start pulling at his clothing. "S-stop that, I-" he tries again. Quite honestly he may have been convinced to help them, if he hadn't seen the two Succubi over in the corner. That terrified the arousal out of him, at least a little bit.

"I-I need to speak to the Magistrate," he shouts, now struggling to at least dissuade the women. Covered in lipstick, sweat, and possibly other things, he didn't look much like a Knight's messenger anymore.