Dungeon of Lust: Managing Otherworldly Beauties-Chapter 210: IFL

Vale and Greed sat on a cushioned bench that ran along the side of the room.

He had mostly recovered from Sivian’s outrageous actions.

But...

’I take back what I said! I think I’d much rather her be a secretive plotter!’ 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

While waiting as the imps warmed up, Vale cursed his idiocy of giving Sivian so much Aether before her Loyalty grew; however...

Something odd happened when Vale opened her status page to see how far her Loyalty had dropped.

♥︎♥︎♥︎

Name: [Sivian]

Title: [---]

Aspect: [Caustic]

Class: [Mutant]

Core Rank: [Emergent] - (200/200)

Loyalty: [51/100]

Traits: [Projectile Venom] [Blood Bane]

♥︎♥︎♥︎

’It shot up?!’

What about that situation caused her Loyalty to shoot up by 21 points?!

Either she was testing Vale...

’Or she liked me resisting.’

Vale shivered as Greed swayed side to side, a weird finger made of foam on her hand.

"Where are you even getting all of this stuff?"

It didn’t seem like she was taking it out of a subspace.

Greed looked at him and laughed.

"What would you like to offer for that knowledge?"

Vale sighed and waved his hand in front of his face.

"Nevermind."

Striking a deal for something so trivial wasn’t particularly on his to-do list.

"What is this, anyway?"

Vale gestured to the open room, which turned out to be even larger than the Grand Hub.

Not just on a horizontal plane, but also on a vertical one.

Greed summoned an odd plastic drink in her hand, took a sip from a straw, then said:

"Freedom."

Vale rolled his eyes at the cryptic response and looked back at the two groups of imps that had been split on either side of the room. One-half wore little black shirts. The other side wore purple. Every shirt had a number on it.

As they watched them continue practicing, Greed made sure to warn Vale not to dismantle or use the tiny clothes for anything else, lest it break their agreement.

Vale cried internally as that was exactly his plan.

’But, seriously, what is this?’

The large room was contained within a gigantic rectangle painted with white lines. Within, multiple lines streaked evenly, all titled by a number. From 10 to fifty and back to 10.

Then, at either end of the field, a portion was painted black.

Something Greed called the ’endzone.’

Above, multiple [Dawn’s Eye] lit up the entire room.

Then, there were two weird orange sticks that two imps were playing with, connected by a chain.

Finally, five imps were dressed differently from the rest.

Three imps wearing black-and-white striped shirts were referees tasked with enforcing the rules. Each had a little yellow cloth tucked into a pocket on the shirt.

And two wearing the hats were the ’coach’ of either team. They had a red cloth in the pocket of their shirt.

{All paint and extra equipment courtesy of Greed.}

As for the imps, Vale recognized...

’Larry is the coach of the purple team?’

The coach of team black was...

’Marvel?’

Friendgroup rivalry was at hand.

Vale, still very much confused about what was happening and what was going to happen, looked over to the happy Greed, who now wore black chains and had her sunglasses back on.

She looked at Vale, then, in her hands, revealed an unabsorbed Aether shard.

"How about a bet?"

"Huh?"

"My money’s on team black, Imp-Possible."

Vale’s mouth hung open a little.

’What the hell...’

"You can bet on team purple, Larry’s Losers."

Vale still didn’t know what was going on, but...

"Don’t go naming the teams yourself! And ’Larry’s Losers’?! What the hell kind of name is that? They should be Larry’s Legion... or something."

Greed sipped her drink, then gave a hefty sigh and shrugged her shoulders.

"So boring. Fine. Purple team can be Larry’s Legion."

Vale scowled.

"What about Imp-Possible? That’s a terrible name, too!"

Greed gave a disappointed glossed look at Vale, then said:

"You wouldn’t get it."

Right when Vale was about to say something else, Dickless Jr., one of the referees, blew into the same thing Greed had once — when their deal had been signed.

Greed smiled.

"Ooh! It’s almost time for kickoff."

In her hands, a plate of chips with melted cheese slathered over them appeared.

She offered some toward Vale, who looked upon the nasty yellow sea and gestured to get it away.

After DJ’s whistle, two players from each team met in the circle at the center of the field. Where DJ stood with a weird coin in hand.

"badu."

Dickless Jr. pointed to team purple.

To which one of the two imps, Aster, said:

"Ba-ba-duh."

Then, DJ flipped the coin. Vale didn’t entirely understand, but when the coin hit the ground, Aster started freaking out and throwing a fit.

DJ then turned to the black team, Imp-Possible, and asked:

"badu? ba, badu?"

Tanner pointed toward the far side and replied:

"Badduhhh."

"badu. "

With that, the congregation in the middle separated.

Vale curiously looked over at Greed and asked:

"What... what is going on?"

Greed laughed as more Imp-Possible gear appeared on her body. The newest addition being a black scarf.

"They just had the coin flip and decided who got the ball first! It seems Imp-Possible elected to kick. How smart!"

’Oookay...’

Vale leaned back and rested against the stone wall as he saw something odd appear on the far side.

’Numbers?’

Floating white numbers appeared on the wall. Much like the numbers that floated above the door to the Council of Vice.

Greed, noticing Vale’s confused gaze, said:

"That’s the scoreboard. It tracks time and score! Completely powered by Aether. I made an Item even the imps could use! How glorious am I?!"

Greed haughtily laughed then shoved a cheese-dripping chip in her mouth.

Vale was much too confused to follow anything, but just nodded as if he understood.

The two teams lined up along the far side of the wall, and two groups of 11 ran out and took a place on either side of the field.

Imp-Possible, IP or Possible for short, was lined linear, with one Imp further back than the rest, the [Classic American Football] resting on an orange holder.

Dickless Jr. was standing between the ball and the one who was supposedly going to kick it, number 13, Ember.

On the other side, two imps stood far away in the back, while the others stood in front of them.

DJ stepped out of the way, then blew on the whistle.

Ember ran up and kicked the ball high into the air, nearly smacking the ceiling.