Chapter 10

“Stunk, you knew that place was intense, but you went all out anyway.” Zel observed his friend’s pitiful state from his seat opposite him and sighed, half-disgusted. “That said, your review was much better than mine, content-wise. That was the biggest fuck-up imaginable for me… Halflings are beyond deplorable. I feel like I’m holding a grudge against the neighborhood brat…” Zel continued spewing vitriol. At a table just a short distance away, Kanchal was laying out his own diatribe for Brooz. “It turns out technique is way more important than size. I have super-skillful hands, so my caress is leagues better than any species that relies on magical powers. Check out my finger play!” Kanchal obscenely moved his fingers, which looked like beans that had been strung together. Then Zel’s and Kanchal’s eyes met for a second. Both of them looked away. “They’re definitely not cool with each other right now.” Crim spoke trepidatiously as they hid behind Meidri. “This is all because they go to those perverted shops…” “I’m glad I said no this time.” Crim clasped their hands, and Meidri offered up a silent prayer: Please forgive these sorrowful beings. Sometime later, a wooden box arrived for Stunk from the patron who’d requested the review. It contained a letter of thanks and a magic crystal with video images saved on it. “Thanks to you, I’ve completely awakened to my inner cuckold! The conflicting sense of desperation and ecstasy I felt when the string representing your bond with Syrup snapped is something I’ll treasure for the rest of my life! I included a token of my appreciation, so please check it out! You’ll definitely want to rub one out!” Stunk watched the video. It was of the playboy molesting Syrup. At The Crack in the Door, sessions could be magically recorded, and the footage could be given to the clients for an additional fee. These recordings were called “crystal letters” and included parting words for the clients. In this one, Syrup threw up peace signs as her face contorted in ecstasy. She laughed slovenly, saying, “I’m so sorry, young master… I’ve fallen for this hunk.” “Shut the hell up! I’m gonna smash this fucking thing!” Just as Stunk was about to stomp the crystal into oblivion on the pub floor, he had a change of heart at the last moment and put it in his breast pocket. It seemed he would be unable to escape the deep, dark garden of forbidden pleasure for quite some time.