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“I thought it was pretty funny.” Tera smiled up at me, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled back, put my arm around her, and walked the path to Drastin with an extra spring in my step, as Tera walked with a slight limp in hers. WILLOWBUD Goddamn, it felt good to be back in Drastin. I sored over the city atop Astrid, taking in amateur the smells and sights, breathing in the thick, rancid air of a million people, crammed together. Onlookers gawked at us as we zipped through the maze of stone spires in downtown, flying past churches, government buildings and commercial towers that jutted defiantly into the sky. I mused for a moment about what kind of destruction I could cause in a city handjob build almost entirely of stone, but I shook the thought from my mind. What fun would Drastin be if it was rubble? Now that we’d melded, Corruption didn’t speak to me, but thrummed steadily in my mind, a calming whisper of nihilistic indifference. Do what you want, Willowbud; what does it matter? the pov whisper seemed to say, and I readily complied with it. It was a much easier set of rules to follow than my father’s, don’t swear, don’t kill, don’t show them what you are, though, the last one was something I generally still abided by. For now. I directed Astrid to fly into the brothel district, my old stomping grounds. We landed in the middle of a busy street, sending pedestrians sprawling to avoid the fourteen-feet of incoming wings. I gave Astrid a congratulatory smack on the ass for a successful landing, and then hopped off. Whispers and exclamations greeted my ears. “Valkyrie,” they yelled, “Iona,” they shouted, “Night Eyes,” they gasped, “she’s back,” they whispered. The crowd’s mood changed from awe at the sight of the majestic Astrid, to fear at the sight of me. I grinned at their horrified faces; they indian had good reason to be afraid. People averted their gazes, shutters were slammed above me, doors were locked and ‘closed’ signs were hung. I laughed a hearty, pleased laughed at my reception, took my vehicle by her hand, and made my way to my old safehouse. “The Screeching Siren” wasn’t the most ostentatious of brothels, but it wasn’t the dirtiest either. Technically, I owned the place, but being a pimp was never my calling. Playing with the merchandise is fun, but actually selling it is another story. When I opened the door to the brothel, my ears were assaulted with the laughs, yells, moans and screams I was accustomed to. When I walked in, the place quieted with each of my footfalls, until my boots hitting the wooden floor was all anyone could hear. All eyes were on me, and I took a moment to bask in the fear. “Night Eyes?” a deep, gruff voice asked from behind the bar. I turned to my left, and smiled at Gronk. As I started Trevor stopped but I didn’t want him to stop and I told him so. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling her hips back and forth as she worked them pov off. He mumbled something, but it just seemed to be incoherent. In those few seconds, the men at the tables in front of me must have seen what I had: the inside of her thighs, her shaved mound, and the dark slit. She lets up on my head and I pull handjob her out of my throat to catch a few breaths before she pushes me back down. “I like that you’re this total opposite side of the spectrum from my ex, this completely other perspective,” Brian chuckled. Sandy grinned up at her and said, "You were welcome to. Come on lay down, I’ll do yours.” From there, she jumped on my lap and started indian riding me, a little more enthusiastically than Momo. Pet?" I love her too,” She looked at him, then fingered her choker. Sally pulled off her top and tossed it on the chair with her pants, wiped her eyes, and dove into the pool. Toman was suddenly in a more defensive position. “Yes,” I screamed on the first stroke. We've come too far amateur for something to happen to him now."