Go shopping possibly for real this time.

"Amazing. Did you just kick that villain's ass with the Rabbit's Foot?" an elven man speaks up.

"Uh. Yes I did, actually," you reply. Wow. I'm not lying.

"Was she as amazing in person as you expected her to be?"

"She was definitely interesting..."

"I knew it! She was amazing. The most amazing. You must feel so honoured for her to bless you by allowing you to join her in a fight she so easily could have won alone. She is so generous and kind."

"Oh damn," another citizen says. "I wish I saw the whole thing."

"I think her tits were out..." a third mutters.

"No way they were," the elf says. "I cannot believe you would even say that."

You stare disgruntled at their conversation after expecting praise. It seems like it no time at all, none of them even realize you're there. Nobody checks to see if you're injured, or offers you to buy replacement apples. Nothing. You sigh and step past them with ease, and make your way back to the busy streets. This time, you're determined to finish shopping without something stupid happening.

At least the heroine is cute.

You spend hours walking up and down the streets, finding your way around and gathering supplies. By the end of it all, you return home with aching arms barely holding up shopping bags you accidentally went overboard with, and you still have a decent amount of coin remaining--probably enough to feed yourself with three decent meals every day for about a month. Shorter if you want some nicer things, like fine wine or the occasional fancy dinner. That's something to worry about later, though.

It's a couple hours later when your party arrives. You finish putting away the supplies with enough time for a quick rest before three girls covered in huge, heavy bags stumble through the front doors. You stare in fear and awe at just how much they purchased individually compared to yourself. The bags drop down with a thud in the main foyer.

"Jesus Christ, you guys. Overdo it much?"

"Who is Jesus?" Amara asks.

"Of course not!" replies Niki. "We needed stuff to decorate our rooms, food, plates and stuff, clothes... I get a couple swords for my wall. It's going to look bitchin'."

"Do you even use swords?" you ask.

"No."

"... Then let me use them or something!"

"What? No way. I said they're going on my wall. Are you deaf?"

Eva crosses her arms over her chest. "Overdo it? We need clothes too. You just want me naked, don't you?"

"I'm not even going to start that conversation," you mutter.

Amara pats you on the shoulder. "Do not frown so much, Mr. Warren. We now have a stocked-up manor to ourselves. And we can do more quests to earn more money. Perhaps that one with the undead is still on the board."

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Having an estate is only the beginning. You have a place to return to, but that's all that has changed. Now, your life as an adventurer in this world can truly begin, along with this party of hopeless hotties.