It was another day at the Bricks and cobbles, and nothing seed to have changed. The crowd of custors were mostly in the underground sex dungeon, and with everything being automated by the use of automatons, the only thing left for Diane and her family to do was to keep the pretense that the inn was still a legitimate business.
Shamisha's help had gone a long way to hide their operations from the queen, although with the constant moaning and the vibrations coming from the automaton's artificial genitals, the demi-human sorceress rarely returned to the inn. But today, today was different. Not only had she co, but she'd arrived with a complaint–a personal one, that is.
"Gods, I really need to settle down already. Get a family, have a litter of kids and retire or sothing…" Placing her whiskey glass on the counter, she looked Lana in the eyes before glancing over to the other two as well. "What do you guys say? Everything works on its own, the repairs are done by the machines on their own too, all we gotta do is let the sex dungeon's work continue and we won't have to work another day."
"If only it was as easy as you say." Taking the glass from her, Lana pushed it to the side and began wiping the bar counter. "Those machines still require gold for maintenance, plus keeping things hush about this place takes gold as well."
"Exactly! While you're all huddled in here, it's I who has to go out advertise or handle the troublemakers!" Being an automaton herself–an especially cute one- Zoey was essentially the inn's spokesperson at this point. "Not to ntion, the boys my age always wanna ask for a discount or sothing even though they're too broke to co and have their dicks ruined…"
"What do you an ruined?" Shamisha raised an eyebrow to the automaton's words. She hadn't gone down into the dungeon in a while and thus had no clue how effective her machines were.
Looking at each other, the family trio took a deep breath and sighed. Glancing back at Shamisha, it was Diane who answered her question and not Zoey.
"The younger guys, the virgins I an–most of them are pathetic prejaculators. And those machines of yours and their vibrating pussies are often too much for them and they'd just left there in the special room with the automaton girls draining them unconscious." Noticing a glass being pushed forward by her wife, Diane grabbed it from her and moved in front of Shamisha. "Not to ntion, once they've had those girls enough tis, their dicks won't get hard for the real deal as the spinning and the vibrations ruin their nerves or whatever."
"Jeez, that sounds harsh!" Shamisha huffed, her heart pounding just listening to the effect her machines were having.
"Doesn't matter though, they keep coming and paying, so let them do what they want, right?" Not that empathetic towards n whose only ans for sex was hiring a prostitute, Lana stared sharply at nothing. "Most of n in Elenaris are useless anyways, either criminals or sexual deviants."
"I wouldn't say that. I have plenty of students in the spire that are n," Shamisha shot back, but with a shrug of her shoulders, Lana changed the topic quickly.
"You tell , have you used one of your toys before? Since you don't have any boyfriend and all, what age are you again? Hundred and fifty?" Hearing her age, along with such a strange question, Shamisha quickly looked away in sha.
"Oh yeah, those dicks you modelled on the male machines, they looked a bit off, have you never actually been with a guy?" Diane added, genuinely curious about the sorceress's sex life.
"Oh, shut up, don't embarrass …" Scoffing, Shamisha turned back to the front and took another shot of whiskey to the head. Slamming the glass back down, she focused on the taste and nothing else for the mont. A while ago, she used to hate the cheap ale, but sohow, after having it a few tis, it felt much better than what she brewed herself. "Fineeee! I never had a boyfriend, but I made a discreet toy long ago–Master Mono caught using it in the lab once, and since then, she'd been teasing about getting a boyfriend."
"Even I have a boyfriend, Raven–you should ask him out too," Zoey suggested, fully expecting the sorceress to implode at the suggestion.
But to her surprise, that's what had been on Shamisha's mind as well. Not to make Raven her boyfriend, but to finally lose her virginity to a man she knew was at least capable in case she got knocked up and pregnant.
"Put a good word out will you? Ahaha~" Looking up at Diane, she laughed. "Since you guys boast about him so much, why not give him a try? See for myself what's so good about him and why you're all head over heels about that body of his."
"Are you drunk, or do you really want to be one of his won?" Diane asked, not entirely against having Shamisha as a sister wife in the future.
Taking a mont, however, the sorceress slid her glass to Lana and waited for another shot of whatever she would give her. As the drink arrived, Shamisha wasted not a breath before downing it, and while her throat still burned, she said.
"I'm serious, who wants to live forever, man? I thought I wanted a career, but now I want kids–I wanna be a grandmother to so rascals. These battles, hells, and the bloodshed have changed my mind about wanting to push the so-called boundaries. I'm not my master, and I don't have to be!" Slamming the glass against the counter, she drew a scolding from Lana but continued with her declaration. "I am Shamisha El' Adna! And I want a litter of twenty kids like my mother!"
"TWENTY?!" Exclaid the family in unison, but what Shamisha revealed next was even worse.
"Yeah~ Yeah~ They all died though, I'm her only living offspring ehehe~" Too drunk to realize what she was saying, the sorceress dropped that bit of her lore and flopped unconscious on the bar floor.
Note: Raven Arriving soon~ Kek
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