Capítulo 84: Forget?

Despite having sworn off romance as a whole, I was still a man of culture. Hell, porn and culture were what kept most people sane these days. While both of them had some bad effects, it was also true that they staved off the libido and gave the so-called post nut clarity.

When the light show ended, Isolde disappointingly appeared in priest-like robes. She was tall, about 5'10", had a slim build, long white hair and blood red eyes.

Her skin was flawless like jade and pale as snow. However, no matter how beautiful she was, I could not keep the disappointment from showing on my face.

"You seem displeased with what you see. Is my appearance not to your liking, Ami?" The beautiful woman asked bluntly.

"Hello Isolde, would you mind telling me why you keep calling me Ami? My name is John."

"Yes. Ami as in Amerikaner. Or someone from the USA. Your name is John Smith, so Ami."

"..."

"Why do you seem depressed, Ami? We won a big battle!"