Eula had just barely reached the table where four men were sat in the bar when her body was suddenly jolted forward with the force of the spank on her right buttock cheek, causing a crack that went not so well with the stinging sensation blossoming from the harsh impact. Her entire body went rigid, her jaw fused shut, and her hands shook with rage.

How dare a man spank her. Vengeance will surely be hers.

Straightening up, she lost her cool. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she rolled her shoulders back just before picking up one of the filled wine bottles by the neck, hard.

Soon Eula whirled around, and the left hook she applied at blistering speeds into the man who smacked her ass’ jaw took him by complete surprise, before smashing the side of his face with an impeccably accurate underarm throw of the bottle as the liquid spilled forward. Out cold, the man spun sideways and crashed over the empty table between hers and his friends, crumpled and motionless.

The entire bar froze, stunned enough that the drop of an ice cube could be heard, and stared at her. What happened next was pure chaos, and she had conquered the four men like they were simply toys to be played with.

However she was too distracted to see the remaining man bend down for something.

It happened so fast she barely registered it. Eula felt hands grip her upper arms like a pair of vices, a split second before she was involuntarily twisted around. You encompassed her vision, and it was when she heard the wet thud, the shatter of glass and the roar of pain that she realized what you had done.

Quickly than ever before she ducked and fumbled for your left arm to rest on her shoulders, and with no small amount of haste as she bumped into a few corners, she led you out of the building and into the chilly night.

“Easy there.” Eula gently placed you down onto the mattress in her home not so far from the bar, bringing over some medical supplies to stop the blood flow splurging out from the injured skin. “Thank you for that, by the way.”