The residents of the Vorn Empire's capital were gathered in an empty lot. Several bare-chested prisoners, both men and women were lined up on the ground, waiting for their turn to get punished. They have committed various violations and have finished trial.
"Hmmm!!!" One man could only growl because his mouth bit a piece of wood. His hands were chained to the pillars, so he couldn't fight back as the whip slashed across his back. "Hmmm!!!"
Xenora, standing beside the fake Lord Vorn sitting on the chair, looked at the red-brown wounds on the prisoner's back. Instead of grimacing or being horrified, she licked her lips, her breathing started to get heavy, and her face flushed.
Emily lined up the succubus, shaking her head. "Don't tell me you want to be punished like him, Xen."
"That is none of your business," Xenora responded without looking at the supreme undead. "Don't you have a schedule to test the submarine today?"