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According to Ruby the Adventurer's Guild wasn't really open to buy and sell. Unless you were a high rank member or got lucky when collecting the rewards from the quests given out, and had a good standing with the Guild, then you would be allowed to buy miscellaneous items and even enter contracts to sell to them.
The building wasn't as large or imposing as the Merchant's Guild. Nor was it as packed as you'd expected.
Not to say it was small— it could be compared to the size of your mansion.
Inside was just what you expected it to be, except for the fact everything had a 19th century twist to it.
The struggle between between a medieval and steampunk cliches was in full swing, though the classic medieval style was very obviously losing.
First impressions are almost what every isekai fan would dream of. Especially in the harem department; most guys here seemed to have their own harems.
A few adventuring men were surrounded by their slave-wives. You even found some older adventurers with their what was obviously their children. Buff men of different heights and races were around here. Yet, like in most other places, this didn't compare to the sheer amount of women everywhere.
Ayane's comment earlier rang true: Almost all the women here in the Adventurer's Guild wore tight-fitting clothes, short skirts, and the like. It was the type of clothing that left little to the imagination. And more than once you saw some very pleased-looking women with chains, some even wearing leashes which were pulled by their Masters. This latter accessory was popular with dog girls, and you even see a few leashed women being 'walked' like they were dogs.
Attention was given to you and those with you by these groups. Some whispers— voices which realized you'd brought in the Bandit King, seeing him tied up and guarded by both your Cat, your Warrior, and your beguiler. As well as some guesses about the giant sack that was carried by your Cat.
You approach the receptionist's counter. There you find a busty woman wearing the same receptionist uniform as her coworkers. The only difference was that she had a very tight dog's collar, bearing a perverse smile slapped on her face. Herta came to mind.
It gave you a flashback to the time you'd come to terms that perverted masochist women are more common than you'd imagine, and seen dog girls with leashes.
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Part of your first time in Centria was spend looking at the sights and seeking out tourist attractions. You were currently sitting in a small restaurant, speaking of this and that with your wives. Ayane, your most recent slave, was beginning to get used to the idea of actually being owned by a Master. Her constant blushes were something to cherish, but that depressive streak of hers needed to be worked on.
A small stall with candies and other sweets came by.
You decided to get up to get a quick snack for each of your slaves.
