Darius had lost his pants again, but that was on purpose. They had been too big (sigh), anyway. At least when he was in motion.
Thanks to the recent hormone level of the entire world, he wasn't surprised when the group of women fighting him became a group of women fighting him while also kind of trying to get naked.
"I would give my right arm for a video camera right now. Gambit better not take forever."
His ability to withstand the allure of a pile of writhing women was growing thin.
The women in the artifact room were the cream of the security crop, beside the man's personal bodyguards (Who were burly men that wouldn't fit into short shorts). But none of them had ever trained against a lube covered tile floor.
Still, all those flailing high heels could be dangerous!