She struggles to answer.

“Look, we’re both serum girls. The moment we were injected we lost our cocks and our our fate was sealed. There is no coming back from this. We’re both bound for submissive sexual servitude – it’s too strong an urge to fight forever. All I want to do is get my **** on that bastard Pohst that did this too me. Ruk him and make him share this fate. I have no illusions that I’ll be able to get any power back. I’m just an alcove girl now. I… I don’t like it but I know I can’t fight it. It’s part of my nature now. Who and what I am. My body rules my mind. Fighting it is like holding back the tide.” You shrugged. Vola seemed like she wanted to argue but you could see she agreed with you deep down. “You have to admit the same to yourself. You’ll never be the roguish son of a lord again. You’ll gravitate towards a role of submission. The best you can do is choose what kind of serum girl you’ll ultimately be. You have choices. A pampered pet kept by a wealthy noble or a nameless whore passed from commoner to commoner,” You placed your hand between her legs into her loincloth and toyed with her sex. She was receptive and shivered.

It excited you to think about her options. You didn’t have the former option yourself. As a serum girl you could see her arousal – particularly at the thought of becoming a whore. “Admit it. You’re interested in Leom being your master…” You manipulated her. When she was aroused it was easy. She nodded, her submissiveness allowing you to guide her.

Then shook her head. “No… I can pay…”

“You try that and you’ll end up as Kira’s handmaiden, or perhaps property of Duke Panz…” she shook her head but blushed. Clearly those options aroused and scared her. “The father and daughter would no doubt torment you mercilessly.”

“No. Please. Don’t.” As a serum girl she’d enjoy that but did not want it… yet. Associating those thoughts with sexual arousal was dangerous she knew. “Leom it is then.” You agreed.

You purchased some parchment and coal and wrote a brief note to Leom, telling him that in exchange for Ruk serum you had an incredible prize for him. You tell him to meet you at the town square. You flagged down a messenger and gave the young boy the missive and a copper. “It is done. Let’s finish preparing for overlords day.”

The Overlords are shrouded in mystery and myth. No one knows what they truly look like but it is said that they walk amongst men, taking on any form they desire to meet their nebulous ends. Whilst no one knows for certain it is said that they are the protectors of man and that they keep the Old Ones locked in their eternal sleep.

Overlords Day is a much anticipated festive event that overtakes the entire city. In respect of the mysterious Overlords people don masks and costumes, discard all social conventions and status and converge upon the city squares and public houses in a celebration of life and liberty. A lord may dress as a **** and a serum girl a lady. Some even go so far as to use serums to change their appearance for the day. You have even heard of men becoming so drunk and carried away with the festivities that they have ruked themselves or been ruked by others as a jest.

Festivities start in the harbor where teams of boatmen compete in mock battle for the Platinum Chalice, a relic of the Overlords. From there the festivities move into the city proper with gondola races in the cities canals to the city square. In the city square huge greased pylons are erected with masked woman atop them. The woman are serum girls, nobles or commoners who offer their bodies as prizes. Competitors struggle to reach the top of the pylons to claim their prize.