C17 17. A Honourable Visitor

Covered by the large table, Raiden was kneeling on the floor, stretching out like a cat. He held the rag in his hand, but his movements had little to do with cleaning. It was more like gymnastics and pleasant lolling. If there was anything good about his captivity, it was the fact that, in the meantime, Raiden had become much more muscular. After all