The poor guys who work in city hall.
City hall was a surprisingly boring place. Halls lined with gothic décor with a slight hint of torture chamber. Lavish ceiling lights lit the empty corridors. There was a nice echo that carried the voices of whomever were inside, yet walls so thick that no one beyond the halls would ever hear. The sound of two dress shoes hitting the floor echoed through these empty halls.
"So a girl slipped in earlier right? She was fast enough to rush past the guard," one man said. He was tall with a beard and brown eyes.
"I heard it was a secretary fetish girl," the other guy said. He was much shorter but stockier, built like a tank. Blue eyes stared back through glasses while he rubbed his hairless chin.
"Why was she so strong then?" the bearded man said.
"Well rumor is Taro gets bored of the weaker sex workers. Its no secret that he gets his rocks off to warrior girls," the shorter guy said with a shrug.
"So what he just brings girls in there and fucks them? Why not just get a prostitute from Elizebeth's domain or something?"
"Guess he likes to seduce them himself."
"Who the hell would get with a weirdo like him?"
"I think the better question is, what are they doing in there."
The second Forest's foot struck Taro's back, he yelled, "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The body of the probably proud vamperic counsel member soared through the air, crashing into the wall with an explosion like thud, Taro's globe like head poking out to greet the two men. Blood trickled down his neck, coloring his collared shirt with red. "I AM FOOOOTUBALLU!"
The two men stared at the man, offering only a collective blink.