Tamamo Algae Ch.

The back door of the underwater hotel creaked open slowly. Raindrops trickled down the shoulder of a woman in a seaweed-like off-the-shoulder top onto your manga reading table. She pulled down her hood, revealing her bluish-green, seaweed-like hair that gleamed in the pearly candlelight. "I didn't come for your reward," she leaned closer, her voice too soft for the bartender to hear. "This dented brass pendant matches the half-map you sold last week. Do you know where the other half is, or shall we renegotiate?"