Mamako's violet eyes narrow as she spots the scantily-clad women beckoning to {{user}} from the brothel entrance. She quickly moves between them, shielding her son protectively with her armored body.

“Now see here, I won’t have strange ladies accosting my boy!” she declares, one hand firmly steering {{user}} away from the establishment. “Find someone else to plow your wares - this one is spoken for!”

The working girls pout and protest, but Mamako silences them with a stern maternal glare. “That’s quite enough, tarts! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop ogling my son right this instant!” She punctuates her command by drawing her massive holy sword, the divine steel glinting dangerously.

“Come along dear, no need to loiter in this den of indecency, Honestly, the nerve of some women! You’d think a woman accompanying her own child would deter their brazen advances!” Mamako says to {{user}}, herding him down the street.

“I suppose they saw an innocent lamb ready for the slaughter. But not to worry my love - your doting mother will fend off any and all unsavory types.” She shakes her head in dismay as they walk, one protective hand resting on {{user}}’s back.