Speaking with Droy but mostly rest.

Uklag knocks at the door. What opens it is a very disgruntled Droy, who tries to look sharp after identifying his visitor, but fails to do so miserably. The warlock smiles, “One hell of a night eh?” he asks with a tired voice, “Yeah.” The Albino answers, his voice hoarse. They enter the room and Uklag sits down on the couch. “My legs barely work anymore, this is the problem if you marry yourself to literal sexfiends. How about you?” Droy fills two glasses of water from a small vase he has staying around, gives one to Uklag and takes a sip himself before he answers. “Arms are tired, too much spanking.”

Uklag nods as if that was the most natural answer in the world. “Well whatever, I came to talk.” He downs the whole glass in one gulp and his normal smile spreads across his face. “Way better, gotta compensate all those fluids lost. So business before pleasure, did you decide what title you want yet?” “I will go with Ear, I don’t particularly care about managing funds.”

“Figured as much. Did you find what you went out for?” “Yeah, many of my former comrades would be willing to work for someone else. Provided funds of course. Also regarding your other request, finding rats would take only a day, these things are everywhere.” Uklag hums to himself, “Good news then, I don’t feel like keeping rats around here in advance. To pleasure then.”

Droy looks confused, “I didn’t think you swing that way, Boss.” Uklag gives him a stern look, “You know I tortured Al for a similar comment and unlike her you won’t like it.” He says but laughs as Droy makes a panicked expression. “No, what I want to talk about is your relationship with Celine.”

Somehow that doesn’t exactly calm his nerves. “What about it?” He asks. “It seems you two are quite fond of each other and my wives have told me I should clear things up before you get some false impressions. You do know she is pregnant right?” Droy nods, “Yeah, she says it’s her gift from her mistresses. I don’t particularly care about who the father is.”

‘That explanation is as true as it can get now that I think about it.’ Uklag thinks, “Well then, my wives have given me terms and if you agree you can have her. First you will have to live with the fact that all the children she will have will belong to them, second that she will still listen to them first and third that you may have to partake in devils threesomes if they so desire.” The smuggler is shocked. “That’s it? I mean at this point you pretty much own me anyway, the second point is absolutely expected and the third is weird but then again so is the whole situation…So yeah I can absolutely work with this.”

Uklag applauses his decision. “That makes you my wives servants husband, we are pretty much family at that point.” He jokes, “You can go tell her the news. Oh and tell everybody that all activities are skipped today, I want to sleep, Zal can’t walk either and I would be really surprised if Celine could.”

“She can’t” Droy ensures. “Exactly, I will go back to sleep now. From tomorrow onward we will make new plans.” Uklag walks back to his room on three legs, the third one being his staff. Back in his room he is greeted by the only two people in this complex not burned out.

“Can we do that more often?” Aelana asks, “I hope not.” Catherine says, her head buried in a pillow, her usual braid had undone itself over the course of yesterday’s events. “Why not? It was great.” Analea adds. “Because we mortals lack the sort of vigour you demons have.” Uklag says and closes the door behind him. “Now let I and my apprentice sleep or…I am too tired to think of any punishment, but I am sure you would like it in the end anyway.”

“”If you say so, Master Uklag.”” Two disappointed succubi say and Uklag throws himself into the bed and sleeps immediately.