Free Web NovelChapter 280: Chapter 280 Can you pick up the soap for me_1
"You’re a pimp!?" Upon hearing Fille say that, Annie’s eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.
The men in the pirate crew were basically rough fellows; having drifted at sea for extended periods, they would seek out women wherever they could once ashore. Many under Annie’s command had thus contracted venereal diseases.
Every time she saw crew members wandering about on her "Deerhawk Beast" ship, their skin covered in syphilitic sores, infectious diseases festering, Annie felt a wave of nausea. On several occasions, she harbored the lethal thought of tossing them all into the sea to feed the shrimps.
She naturally couldn’t possibly harbor even the slightest fondness for the fireworks women and pimps.
"The best pimp on the continent. My shop was even on the cover of B.B. Girl Magazine! But then we were busted, so I could only run it secretly..." Fille declared with pride, puffing out her chest, not at all ashamed.
"A wholesale point for syphilis, and you’re proud of it? Disgusting, isn’t it?" Annie ruthlessly ridiculed her.
Fille paused, showing a rare serious expression, "Don’t talk nonsense, my shop is clean!"
Not to mention the succubi’s innate immunity to such diseases; their shops could satisfy all of their customers’ needs with just dreams, eliminating the need for any real physical contact. The only downside, perhaps, was the slight draining of "a little bit" of the customers’ life force.
Fille, who usually maintained a lighthearted demeanor, had poured quite a bit of passion and effort into her shop. Unable to just laugh off such slander, she took the ridicule to heart.
"Don’t get too carried away, succubus." Annie darkened her face, "It won’t be long before I leave this godforsaken place. No matter the punishment or discipline, I won’t care. You get my meaning, right?"
Fille looked at the brash pirate in front of her and did not respond.
"Come and give me a shoulder rub. You wouldn’t want to leave prison with disabilities, right?" Annie cracked her knuckles.
After listening to the threat, Fille was silent for a moment, then quickly put on a flattering smile, "Ah, I surrender, just kidding, why so serious? A big shot like you shouldn’t stoop to my level, right?"
"I told you to come and give me a shoulder rub," Annie repeated her command.
"Sure, no problem! From now on, I’m relying on you to look out for me!" With an obliging smile, Fille hopped off the bed and stepped over to give Annie a shoulder rub.
"You’re barely passable at reading the room," Annie snorted coldly.
She didn’t notice, however, the malevolent grin spreading across the face of the succubus behind her, "Of course, people like me with no real skills mostly have to rely on big shots like you to survive in a place like this."
Meanwhile, in room twelve across the way, Presia caught sight of the succubus giving her new roommate a shoulder rub and turned to Daili, saying, "Looks like the succubus across from us is getting bullied."
Daili, who was sitting upright on her bed reading a book, turned her head upon hearing this, glancing in that direction.
"Ah, what a pity," Daili remarked with a hint of sympathy, then indifferently turned her gaze back to her book.
"Yeah, without strength, people end up at the mercy of others in this kind of place," Presia added with sentiment.
As a former S-rank wanted Great Witch, both of them, even though imprisoned and unable to use dark magic due to their sealed magic powers, were generally not provoked by others.
After all, though they might not be fearsome within prison walls, the potential for them seeking retribution after being released made it unwise to needlessly make enemies of them... Not to mention Daili was the warden’s lapdog, enjoying certain privileges within the prison.
Those criminals who were considered inconsequential both inside and outside prison, could easily be trampled underfoot by other inmates in such a place.
However, Daili didn’t even raise her head as she corrected him, "I wasn’t talking about that succubus, though."
"Huh?" Presia was taken aback.
"Just watch, soon someone will teach that newcomer how to behave," Daili said, flipping to the next page of her book.
Two hours later, the doors to the core zone cells opened, and the prison guards along with the riot squad appeared at the entrance, as the sound of whistles spread throughout the entire prison block.
Prisoners in their cells picked up their towels and change of clothes and stood in front of their cells—it was shower time.
That evening, the on-duty guard Isabella directed the prisoners to leave their cells in groups and head to the large shower area.
A quarter of an hour later, the first group of prisoners had stripped off their clothes in the changing room and walked naked into the showers.
Annie took her time lathering herself with soap, if she had to say, she didn’t have many complaints about the conditions in prison. After all, the accommodations while adrift at sea were sometimes worse than in prison, where it was practically impossible to have the luxury of a fresh water bath on board.
She just didn’t like being walked all over, by neither the guards nor the other prisoners.
That’s when she heard someone speak to her from behind, "Oops, sorry, my soap slipped over to you. Could you pick it up for me?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Annie frowned and looked down at her feet, indeed seeing a bar of soap had slid over to her.
She turned her head and saw a soaking wet female prisoner standing behind her, smiling broadly at her in a friendly manner.
The few prisoners around them noticed the situation and consciously moved away a bit; they recognized the "friendly" prisoner who was talking to the new inmate—it was Camilla from Cell 9, known as the "Tyrannosaur."
But Annie had not noticed the change in the atmosphere around her. At that moment, all she could think of were the rumors she’d heard from other pirates about "dropping the soap" in prison.
However, in her memory, such things... seemed only to exist in men’s prisons. She’d never heard about it when she was in the capital’s prison.
What was the point of dropping the soap in a women’s prison? Or was this person simply trying to bring her down a peg?
In the end, Annie chose not to bend down to pick it up, but instead kicked the soap back towards Camilla, "Here you go, whether it was on purpose or an accident, don’t let it fall over here again!" she warned.
This kick was a little harder than necessary, sending the soap swiftly past Camilla’s feet, sliding away into the distance.
Annie continued to wash without further concern.
"You shouldn’t kick around in the shower; it’s very easy to slip," Camilla said, not even bothering to look at the soap as she squinted at Annie’s retreating figure. "The floor is covered not only with water, but also with soap suds."
Annie was about to turn around and warn her to "leave me alone" when she felt her ankle viciously tripped, losing her balance in the next instant.
