Dimensional Descent

Leonel smiled as he strolled away from the counter, his mission successful. However, he soon cleared his throat and put on a semi-serious expression. He would have to take this to his grave, he definitely couldn't let Aina know he was selling himself like that. He couldn't appear to be so cheap, his body was sacred.

Leonel looked down at the permit in his hands, oriented himself, and began to walk forward.

Truthfully, he was a bit worried about what he had gotten himself into. A job that was both easy and high paying didn't come so freely, as ironic as it might sound. And, remembering that knowing, coy smile the middle-aged woman had given him, Leonel could only shake his head.

But, this was the best option he had. He could take a laborer's job, but if his head was stuck in a mine or an oil rig all day, how would he find the information he needed?

No matter what world you were in, information was the resource of the strong and powerful. In that case, Leonel could only aim for the very top.

When Leonel reached his destination and saw that it was actually a high class restaurant, he grinned. It seemed he had hit the jackpot.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Leonel wrapped around back. Nothing would be worse than ruining such a good thing.

It only took a glance to see the kind of people they let into this place. If Leonel tried to enter with his current clothing, he would get chased out with a broom.

After reaching the back stealthily, Leonel knocked on the door a few times and waited.

About a half minute later, the head of a man wearing what looked like a chef's cap poked out, a large cloud of steam following him. The man's face was so rosy that one would have thought that he was doing something very different from cooking.

"Who're you?"

either he was too used to his bustling work environment, or there was something wrong with his ears. Still, Leonel didn't say much

actually sensible enough to come around back instead of scaring away all my customers, not bad. If you can survive a few hours, I might call you

to mean?

actually a group of ladies that just

his collar like some sort of ragdoll. This man had more strength than

new brat into an

going one bit, not the slightest bit. This wasn't an easy job at all. In fact, if he wasn't careful, he

covered in fishnet stockings. Leonel was in an

definitely long, slender, and toned. The black leotard she wore gripped tightly to her ground and around her waist, wrapping around her back to split what must have been two fleshly mounds into four. It wasn't shy about tightening around her in the slightest,

her outfit only mage it all the more exaggerated. And, like a finishing touch, her fake bunny ears actually moved along with her eyebrows as

to women outside of Aina, even

was the realization of what he had gotten

wanted to shed tears, but it was already too late. That middle-aged woman had really taken nice care of

are waiting I only have