Karna was as transformed, and he saw at least a few young women staring his way as he walked through the streets.
After a hot shower in one of the public facilities that allowed such, he had used a "credit card", a modern device that had somehow ended on his body (he himself reasoned it may have been planted there during his "summoning" here, and based on the information about the modern world implanted in his head, it may hold the accumulated wealth he held as a king), to purchase himself some modern clothing recommended to him by a shopkeeper.
Thus, he had ended up wearing a "suit" over his armor, which's spiky parts had disappeared, having no practical purpose outside combat besides intimidation, something Karna definitely did not need.
An entirely black suit with a white tie with a few silver stripes. According to the shopkeeper, he "fit it far too well".
Karna would have wanted to look around, but his eyes caught something, having barely walked a few hundred meters from the clothing store. A massive fire that seemed to seethe and rage. No natural fire, to his eyes.
It was something that required his intervention, and
fast.
The burst of speed that came from him then was barely even noticeable to even whatever superhumans might roam the street. Like a streaking comet, he rounded the corner, the fires had disappeared, but a massive bulk of metal was flying towards a pale, blonde woman and an odd metallic bird next to her, whom he could only soon see as crushed if he did not intervene.
Within the next instant, his hand was placed in the way of the metal hulk, which immediately came to a violent halt, breaking and tearing further around his palm.
"Would you be in the need of assistance?" came in a bored tone from Karna's mouth, as if he hadn't just saved them.
"I think they are wonderful, and I'd like to taste them," he said with a smirk, his eyes bright as he lowered his head to lightly flick his tongue over the rapidly hardening right nipple.
La Folia was in some kind of trance by now, helpless to try and resist Gabriel fondling her, playing with her sensitive nipples.
Then he began to lick her nipple, hardened considerably by her arousal, and she could no longer hold back a cry of pleasure.
He knew just how to play her, just what she wanted, and she was loving it. There was no way she could stage a counterattack on him in this position as he pressed her every button, covering her right nipple in a visible sheen of saliva.