Zach was likely the last one to enter the corridor, and even at that point he barely realized where he was going. Now with both of his optical displays enabled, the video feeds from the drone’s camera eyes gave him a three dimensional view of the dark apartment, and its red glow dimly colored the grey skin around his eyes. He was so focused on the act between the emerald-skinned woman and the beast that he paid no attention to the girls trapped in the boxes on both of his sides, and even though there was no way he could transmit sound to his drone, he moved and breathed incredibly quietly for his size.<br/><br/>The fact that Zach was spying on a very private act wasn’t the sole cause for the adrenaline flowing in his veins, but also the sheer amount of time and effort he had put into the creation of the drone. He observed the situation like his life depended on it, and in a sense it did, at least the quality of it. If he had to spend another three months to recreate the third one of the drones, he might just as well go and do the machine’s job himself. Three was the magic number he had learned to respect when it came to his drones, since if one of them was to get caught, he’d still have the other two to help him retrieve it or, at least, to get the stuff he needed to make a new one. Now that one of them was on a high risk job, the other two would rest somewhere nearby, hide, and avoid taking any risks whatsoever.<br/><br/>It was more difficult than Zach remembered to walk a straight line with his eyes unfocused, and he found himself constantly trailing the left wall of the corridor, no matter how hard he tried to correct his course onto the red carpet, and it was so hard to focus, too, even if just briefly, with the view of a nude peacekeeper being mounted by an exotic beast. Zach had lived near the city for long enough to recognize her kind, but he’d never even heard of this particular four-legged species, and it was too dark in the apartment to get a proper view of it anyway. The drone held onto the ceiling and didn’t risk making even the tiniest of subsonic sounds in case the beast happened to have an exceptional sense of hearing.<br/><br/>Finally, Zach made it through the Manisa stone doors, blissfully ignoring their value, and ended up in the great hall. At that point, he finally awoke, even though just for a few seconds, and took a curious note on everything that was going on. As he returned to observe the act on his displays, from the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that he wasn’t the only malcir in the room, and that was suddenly more important than the safety of his drone, the throbbing pressure in his pants, or anything else that he could observe in this underground lair of debauchery. He sought the Aurumilia and asked, “This might seem odd, but<i>how long</i>have these malcir actually been here?”<br/><br/>Then again, ‘how long’ had to be one of the most common questions asked within Dystopia’s gravity well, or at the very least, it was the most famous one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>