"Not all of them," Avrilla replied with a shake of her head. "Well, it's complicated...." At least, to trace back the history that led to this situation would have taken quite a while, and they didn't really have the time for that sort of thing. It was a history they could go over at their leisure later once they weren't exploring. But there were men around, they just weren't the most important in society here, strange though it may seem.
Avrilla led them along through the market nonetheless, taking it slow and making sure that Peach kept up while they explored the various goods to see. There was plenty to take home as souvenirs, that much was fairly obvious, and the people were more than willing to offer, either for sale or as a gift for someone important with the Queen.
They moved along, eventually ducking through a milling crowd near the center of the market. At that point it would be hard to keep track, especially with so many monstergirls around her. But before Peach could catch up she would find her arm grabbed, the
figure who had done so unusual even by the standards that Peach may have grown used to at this point. Age told in her eyes, but she had a surprising strength that made her difficult to shake off. "You....the strands of fate are wound tight around you. Please, allow me to help you..."