"Fern... help," Frieren said, her voice sounding suspiciously relaxed. "This feels... strangely like a massage."
with frantic precision, her breath hitching every time a stray vine brushed her thigh. Frieren and Fern in the Lewd Dungeon
"Focus, Fern," Frieren said calmly, ducking under a spray of "Blushing Mist" that caused anyone who inhaled it to feel an intense, overwhelming urge to be hugged. strangely like a massage
"I am focusing! I am focusing on how much I hate this!" Fern shouted, her ears glowing red. I am focusing on how much I hate this
Frieren, however, looked down at her now-visible stockings and tunic with a blank expression. "It’s just a mana-reactive field, Fern. It’s quite efficient. Besides, the grimoire is at the bottom of the tenth floor."
"Mistress Frieren, this is unacceptable," Fern whispered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she clutched her staff to her chest.