Quite Well. He got himself a new girl (Isoldi POV)

Isoldi stomped out of Harvin’s safe house, muttering to herself in annoyance as she calculated just how much this Verdi person was spending. If he hired Halicarnassus’ daughter, then there was no way she could hope to recover financially. Those cursed succubi were some of the most ruthless monsters in the world when it came to extracting value out of a person She had to find a way to distract this Verdi person and get them to hire someone else before it was too late. She strolled out of the building, biting her fingernails as her long blonde hair fell in front of her face. She kicked the door open, the sun shining in her face as the stink of booze hit her.

She glanced over to see Hannah drinking from her hip flask, waiting in the shade as she tried to avoid burning underneath the sweltering sun. She almost seemed to sparkle in the darkness, her pale white skin contrasting with her short, black hair. Instead of wearing some sort of sensible outfit, she was clad in a set of dark green clothing that made her stand out in the vast sea of yellow sand. There were numerous pockets on her outfit that seemed packed with odd supplies while her head was obscured by a helmet made of some unknown material that was neither bone, leather, or metal. She had a firearm strapped to her waist in a holster, but from a single glance anyone could tell that it was not a weapon native to their world.

The firearms of Ruyanei were single shot weapons designed to strike a singular blow with as much **** as possible, the logistics of ammo maintenance causing people to prefer heavy arms. This weapon, however, was of a repeating fire design, the blowback of the weapon ejecting spent cartridges and loading fresh ones. It was good for fighting waves of opponents, but it was lackluster when fighting skilled fighters who could take the blows. Without a doubt, she was a soldier of another world and missed it immensely. The only thing that made her seem remotely normal was the strange band on her right wrist.

It was a silver band with countless gems embedded within it that seemed to shift color when Isoldi wasn’t looking. Rather than looking expensive, however, it looked almost ratty when one took a closer look. The “gems” were merely colored glass while the band itself was made from pure iron. Despite that, Hannah refused to remove the band no matter what, treating it as though it were her own flesh and blood. Despite her strange attire, Isoldi didn’t bother questioning Hannah on her attire. Heroes were known to miss their homelands, and were known to maintain their style of fashion even in Ruyanei.

“So, how was your business meeting?” Hannah asked, closing her hip flask and tossing it into her pocket, still refusing to use her Inventory like everyone else. As expected, she spoke slowly and stumbled over her words, still unaccustomed to speaking their native tongue.

“Come on! We have a contract to stop!” Isoldi commanded, dragging Hannah along as the pair bobbed and weaved through the vast crowds. Countless men and women offered the pair vast amounts of money for Hannah’s time, her exotic features and beauty attractive every eye in the street despite her odd and unappealing clothing. Isoldi swallowed her drool, forcing away any stray thoughts that were in her head about potential profits. One job at a time. She could rent Hannah out later.

She felt her stomach hurt as she passed by countless lascivious events, the lack of money being exchanged causing her visible pain. She caught a glance of several of the workers at the front of each line, massive stacks of signed papers and waivers constantly being taken away by goblins. She wanted to cry as she thought of just how cataclysmic this was to Eren’s slush fund. It was going to delay every job she had.

“Oh, hey, look at that. They’ve got a drinking contest.” Hannah said, glancing up at one of the contests for something called Cowtober fest. Atop a stage were several men and women standing behind cow girls in pillories. The cow girls had deep, pale skin whiter than ivory with splotches of color on their arms and legs. Their massive chests swayed, white droplets of milk forming on their pink nipples as massive jugs half filled with booze waited underneath them.

“Ready! Set! Go!” A minotaur clad in overalls shouted, his attire akin to a farmer’s as moans filled the air. Countless hands jerked, twisted, and massaged the cowgirl’s breasts as milk gushed forth from them, spilling into the jugs as each contestant tried to fill theirs. Hannah licked her lips, her eyes focused on the booze rather than the show above them.

“Okay, the person running this mess should be here.” Isoldi said, frantically searching as she followed Harvni’s directions, making her way to a nearby building. As she ran, she knocked over a goblin holding a strange contraption, a lens on the end of the no longer pointing at the stage where the milking was happening.

“Watch it lady!” He spat as Isoldi ran past another goblin grabbing waivers from the event contestants.

“Stuff it!” She hissed while passing by the goblin, recognizing Belsach’s minions as she pushed her way through the crowd. The further she went, the more goblins could be seen, running around in a frenzy carrying those strange contraptions or stacks of paper. Following their movements, she could see a vast building in the distance as dozens of scantily clad women were entering, each of them signing a small contract up front with a female devil handing them out from a small table. As soon as they entered the building, a goblin happily handed them a small basket, the contents causing each girls’ eyes to shine like gems as Isoldi felt tears form in her eyes.

“That idiot is giving out welcome baskets… That fool. That moron. Oh gods. The taxes alone would be enough to start a small business…” She thought, glancing at each basket. The baskets themselves were cheap things, made of wood likely grown from the liberal use of basic healing or life magic and they were quite small. The contents, however, called her attention. She disliked seeing the candies and baked goods stored within them, but they were a negligible cost. The handheld mirrors, however, caused her to feel pure dread.

“Oh… Oh no. Oh no, no, no.” Isoldi said, finding her own reflection inside the basket. He was handing out mirrors to every whore that entered the building. As if sensing her gaze, the devil at the front looked forward and gasped, quickly standing up and curtsying to Isoldi in reverence, treating her with the utmost respect.

“Mistress! I had no clue you were in the city! Are you here to discuss business?” She asked, instantly recognizing Isoldi. After a second, Isoldi recognized her. Her name was Oliria of the Raya clan. She was Isoldi’s main Madam overseeing all whore houses in the city. Upon seeing Oliria, Isoldi looked closer at the whores. Almost all of them were her brothel workers, each one personally vetted by her on an annual basis. Perhaps the costs weren’t as bad as she thought they were.

“Yes. I’d like to know about who hired everyone and what this job is.” She said genially, quietly catching her breath as the devil happily nodded, speaking to her while handing out contracts to the prostitutes.

“Ah, yes, Verdi! Wonderful client! Hired us for the next few days to make some sort of art piece.” Oliria said cheerily, her eyes sparkling like gems as she spoke.

“Art piece?” Isoldi asked.

“Calls it a porno. She had us sign a contract for a lump sum and to revoke our rights to any profits generated from selling it. I hope you aren’t too angry my lady, but I decided that the lump sum was far, far greater than commissions from whatever painting she’s making.” The devil said while taking a slip of parchment from her table and handing it to Isoldi to review. To her surprise, it was not written in any language that had double entendres and the wording was quite explicit. They were paid to have sex, they were to permit a variety of sexual actions, she could record it using whatever means necessary, and they ceded all rights to their likeness from this session.

“No, no, this is a good contract.” Isoldi said, nearly drooling at the profits generated. A lump sum was standard for commissioning art. It was a completely fair contract for 3 days of work, and she couldn’t find anything to complain about. If anything, this contract made her giggle. They were being paid an extra 20% for allowing themselves to be recorded.

“So what’s with the baskets?” Isoldi asked as Hannah studied the baskets, her eyes glazing over the contents. Rather than being interested in the mirror, her eyes were fixated on the baked goods within it.

“Grab one! Verdi said she wants all the girls in a good mood, so she’s been handing these out to everyone who comes in those doors. She NEVER said that you had to be a prostitute to get one.” She offered as a goblin grumbled, handing Hannah a basket the second she took a step into the room. He threw Oliria a dirty look, his spite visible as the devil lavished in his hateful gaze, relishing in her loophole. Grabbing a cookie, a pleasant scent wafted from it as Hannah bit down, the smell familiar yet unfamiliar to Isoldi.

“Could use more sugar and a little less vanilla.” Hannah said, happily munching on the cookie as Isoldi paused. She grabbed a basket and bit into a cookie, a burst of flavor washing over her tongue as a smooth, almost creamy taste spread across it. She couldn’t believe it. Vanilla was one of the great spices of the world, and was valued more than gold. Vanilla could only be harvested from standard plants in the southern isles where sunlight was plentiful and moisture was high. The amount of manpower put into growing them was incomparable to any other crop due to it's delicate nature. It was a luxury reserved solely for nobility. As she chewed, Oliria snapped her fingers as if in remembrance.

“Ah, I almost forgot, apologies, my lady. There was one minor thing tied to the baskets.” She said as Isoldi looked over, watching the devil take out another sheet of paper. She looked down to see it was just a survey rating everything from a scale of 1-10.

“No selling anything in the basket, and Verdi wants to know our thoughts on the gifts.” She said as Isoldi tilted her head, reading through everything. It was innocuous enough. How was the texture, how was the flavor, did it need more sugar, how was the vanilla flavor, would they be willing to do another job like this with the cookies, and would they prefer sweet, salty, or savory snacks. It even left a spot where they could input snacks that they would like. It seemed this Verdi girl was very interested in keeping them in a good mood.

“Hm. She’s planning on future jobs?” Isoldi asked while writing into the paper. It was a decent cookie, it could use more sugar, but the vanilla pushed it to at least a 7 out of 10. She glanced down at the stack of surveys to find nearly every girl had rated the cookies a 10 out of 10, knowing full well that this may be the first and last time they could taste vanilla.

“Yes, and it’s working quite well. The girls are quite excited to do suck, lick, and grope anything for another job. The guys are on the verge of splitting the poor girl in half the second she gives the command.” Oliria said as Hannah gasped, reaching into the basket and taking out a small cloth bag containing some sort of dried food hidden underneath the baked goods.

“She gave them instant noodles too!? I love this girl already!” She said as Isoldi glanced at the little cloth bag. Contained within it was some light yellow noodles that were dried to the point of being stiff as stone, the slightest movement enough to shatter the block into a hundred pieces. Judging by the color, it was probably using eggs, decreasing the shelf life by a significant margin. Alongside the noodle pack was a second, small cube of powdered soup compressed and coated in wax paper. It was a ration that was neither luxury enough to justify a high price point, yet too expensive to be rations for lower level merchants.

“You know what this is?” Isoldi asked as she nodded eagerly.

“They’re instant noodles! You put it in a bowl, add hot water, wait two minutes, then enjoy!” She said cheerily as she unwrapped the powdered soup. “I thought I’d never be able to taste this again!” She said, smelling the compressed cube as though it were a fine vintage wine. Isoldi was almost insulted at Hannah’s actions as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts, resisting the urge to smack her upside the head.

“We have freshly made noodle soup crafted by some of the finest chefs in the continent stored in my inventory, and this is what gets you excited?” She asked in exasperation as Hannah crushed the noodles in the cloth sack, pulverizing it to tiny fragments before unwrapping the cubed soup. Crushing it in her fingers, Isoldi watched her pour the powder into the cloth sack and begin shaking it. “What are you doing?” She asked as Hannah opened the sack with a smile.

“Cooking.” She answered, grabbing a handful of the seasoned noodles and throwing them into her mouth. The second she tasted them, she let out a smile of pure bliss, closing her eyes as she chewed. Several people nearby blushed, the sight of her joy causing their hearts to race for reasons beyond their understanding.

“Aren’t you supposed to boil these?” Isoldi asked, watching Hannah grab another handful of noodles and toss them into her mouth.

“Back home, we’d eat the noodles dry as snacks cause fires would get the snipers’ attention on us. I don’t know how she got the flavor right, but it tastes like the ones back home.” She said almost longingly, the simple snack dragging her back to her homeland with every bite. “Hey, can we hire this Verdi girl to mass produce these? I bet it’d be a huge hit as travel rations!” She offered as Isoldi and Oliria sighed, the pair already seeing that there was no way to make this profitable.

“We have portable soup and dried food already. Besides, beef is expensive. If she could do this with monster flesh, then it would be different.” Isoldi said, the scent alone telling her this was not monster meat. Monster flesh always had a gamey taste to it that made most dishes unpleasant, but it was plentiful. Animals that lacked monster cores like cows and bulls were expensive commodities reserved for special occasions or for the upper class. Tasty or not, there was no way anyone could make powdered beef soup profitable.

“I would pay a lot of money for this.” Hannah countered, already halfway done with the bag of noodles.

“And that is why you are in debt.” Isoldi reminded as Hannah grumbled to herself.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me if Hunt funds this and becomes richer than you.” Hannah grumbled under her breath.

“What was that?” Isoldi growled, her mood worsening as she thought back to the Hero of the Hunt snatching away her golden goose last year. An unaffiliated alchemist who had no comprehension of money, the ability to mass produce cheap potions, and the knowledge of a hidden Verdure Dungeon’s location was akin to a gold mine! She could keep the alchemist locked away in a nice little lab, give her treats, and in return she’d give Isoldi endless money. And that hero stole her away to be her party’s mage. She spent months screaming at the lost profits while thinking about that feral woman.

“Nothing…” Hannah mumbled, holding the bag to her mouth and preparing to down all of it like it was a drink. Just as the bag touched her lips, her right hand slapped herself across the face, causing her to curse as she spilled some of her noodles on the ground. She threw a dirty glare at her right hand, her eyes fixated on the iron bracelet on her wrist.

“Did you just slap yourself?” Oliria asked, a red imprint forming on Hannah’s cheek as she smiled and clutched her right wrist, her hand squeezing her silver bracelet tightly as if she were trying to break it while keeping the bag of noodles pinched between her index and thumb.

“Yeah, I got lost in the flavor and had to snap myself back to reality.” She said, trying to **** a smile as Isoldi sighed. There was something VERY wrong with Hannah’s head, but she never bothered prying. At random Hannah would talk to herself, slap herself in the face, and visibly wrestle with her right arm as though it had a mind of its own as though it were possessed. She was insane, but they were required by law to work together as a team.

“I, uh, think I’ll save this for later.” She said, tossing the noodles into her chest pocket while holding the gift basket. Oliria looked to Isoldi, only to receive a dead eyed stare in response, telling her all she needed to know about Hannah.

“Anyways, where do I sign up? This looks like a great gig!” Hannah said, spotting a refreshment table in the back.

“You'd sign your body away for some snacks?” Oliria asked, gawking at how much less dignified the current hero of Magic was than her predecessor.

“I’d sell my soul to her if she also has good beer on tap.” Hannah said, dead serious in her tone as Hannah scoffed.

“I thought I banned you from selling my stuff.” Isoldi reminded as she looked at Oliria, silently demanding something of her. The devil nodded, understanding instantly what Isoldi wanted of her as she gestured into the doorway.

“Verdi is inside giving a speech to the men. Said something about rehearsal.” She said as Isoldi nodded, entering the building. Behind the doors was a well lit room on par with a noble’s mansion, minor artifacts illuminating everything in lieu of torches. She could see several goblins carrying strange wooden boxes with wooden lenses and cranks built into them, the design strange and nonsensical. Instead of having one unified style of decor, the room was a hodgepodge of different scenarios as though it were one massive theater experience. The only thing that seemed remotely normal was a table filled with lighter snack foods that would not impede their perverse work. In this chaotic mess was a lone girl standing atop a stone table, her voice booming as she held a megaphone made of ice.

“Alright guys. Give me your cum face! UGUAAAGHAA!” The petite girl shouted while standing on top of the table, her high pitched voice contrasting with the low male grunts in the background as they mimicked her. She had light brown hair that ran down to her shoulders that was tied into a ponytail that ran down her back, each strand vibrant and healthy. Her skin was in pristine condition, being a healthy white color untouched by the slightest blemish or injury. She looked young, barely an adult with a petite frame standing at a mere 5 foot 1 and a flat chest.

Rather than looking erotic like the many prostitutes outside, she looked like an doll brought to life. The only thing that seemed strange about her were her eyes. She kept her left eye closed, as though she were blinded in that eye while her right eye was a deep crimson color that almost seemed to glow, its color outright unnatural. At a glance, Isoldi could more or less deduce why Eren had given her control over his funds, his taste in more petite women his greatest weakness.

“UAAGAGHAAA!” The men standing in front of heri shouted, trying to emulate her voice as they grunted and thrust their hips in the air in a mock sex routine.

“Don’t scream from your chest, scream from your belly. UUUUURGAAHAA!”

“UUUUUUURGUGGHAA!”

“I need intense focus from your face! We need the audience to understand that you’re in pure bliss!” She shouted as the men scrunched their faces. They grunted and hooted, each of them having surprising amounts of fun at the mock sex noises as Isoldi waited for the strange ritual to finish. After a few more screams, Verdi dismissed them all for a snack break, seemingly content at their responses. Sitting on top of the table she was standing on earlier, she swung her legs to and fro like a kid, bobbing her head to and fro as she watched everyone eat, her eyes focused heavily on what they were grabbing.

“Hello there!” Isoldi said, walking up to the girl as she winced, not noticing Isoldi as she shot a smile of pure innocence.

“Wow, Oliria really does have an eye for quality.” Verdi said, looking at Isoldi and Hannah without even trying to hide her lustful gaze. “And she got someone shorter than me!” She said excitedly, hopping off the table and looking down at Isoldi, being a full 3 inches taller than her. Isoldi wanted to snap back that she had bigger breasts than her, but she knew better than to antagonize a customer.

“My thanks, but we are not prostitutes.” Isoldi said as Hannah glanced at the refreshment table in the corner being restocked. She wiped a mouthful of drool from her mouth, spotting several colorful looking candies, jellies, and other assorted foods waiting to be grabbed brought in by the goblin helpers.

“Of course not! You are both strong, independent women being paid to spend time here. You’re both high class women invited to this private party! The sex that inevitably will occur is purely coincidental!” Verdi said while clasping her hands together, speaking to them with a respectful voice despite Hannah’s growling stomach showing that the respect was ill deserved.

“I am Isoldi Elwood, the Hero of Commerce, at your service.” Isoldi said while giving a curtsy, making sure that Verdi had a good look at her cleavage from her best angle. She could feel her lecherous gaze, silently adapting her plan of action. Most women tended to exhibit lust or envy upon seeing her chest. It made negotiations quite easy if they didn’t even bother hiding their emotions.

“I’m Verdi, pleasure is all mine.” Verdi said cheerfully, introducing herself without giving a last name before tilting her head. “Are you by chance related to Eren?” She asked, silently exhibiting just how little she knew about the world while trying to find anything remotely similar between her and Eren. Sadly, there was nothing to find.

Eren had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and towered over most people at nearly 7 feet in height with a build that was on par with a bear. Isoldi, on the other hand, had blonde hair and blue eyes with a thin build best described as dainty. She had smoother, softer and a more rounded face than Eren's sharp jawline. Even their style in clothing was different, with Isoldi preferring to wear expensive earrings and fine, colorful silks instead of the heavy leather Eren liked.

“I’m his adoptive daughter. I wanted to meet with his friend and see if you were interested in my services for your porno.” She said, taking care to pronounce the word correctly. Instantly, Verdi’s right eye sparkled as she excitedly spoke.

“Oh! So you heard about it! Great!” She said as Isoldi nodded.

“Yes. I hear that you’re hiring the daughter of Halicarnassus to be in it, and I was hoping I could change your mind.” She said as Verdi shook her head.

“She is famous and Harvin told me she is the fifth most beautiful woman he’s ever met in his life. He also told me that the top 4 were not willing to meet with me.” She said as Isoldi spoke, moving her hands to help push her opinion. People always loved watching her make large, flamboyant movements that made her chest bounce.

“But those prices! She’s extorting you. Plus, I bet she was asking for a percentage of the profits.” Isoldi said, her words having their expected response as Verdi crossed her arms, deep in thought. She was eccentric, and all the contracts for the girls were for lump sums. She genuinely believed that her little porno would make money in the future.

“She was doing negotiations on that… And she said it would take another 3 days to get here. She said she would only come if contracts were signed…” He said, thinking to himself as Isoldi prepared her kill strike.

“I’d like to offer you the services of a high class courtesan. A rare beauty that you’d be hard pressed to-Hannah?” She said, suddenly realizing that she had disappeared. She glanced around to find the hero standing by the refreshment table chatting in broken phrases to the whores while munching on several snacks.

“Hm?” She asked, still chewing as Verdi looked at Isoldi. Silence passed between them as Isoldi **** a smile.

“... She’s cheaper than Reina, and she has something that succubus will never have.” Isoldi said, changing gears as Verdi raised an eyebrow.

“And that is?” She asked.

“The status of the Hero of Magic.” She said, gesturing in the air as if displaying the stars to Verdi. “Imagine your porno having a bonafide hero in it. Can you really say this wouldn’t be worth the money?” She asked, her words having less of an impact than she expected. Most people would be ecstatic to have met a hero. Then again, if this Verdi was close to Eren, her view of heroes may have been skewed slightly.

“Hm. But I want the best, not the best bargain for my porno. Besides, I could hire both of them.” She said as Isoldi mulled it over. She didn’t want to do this, but if this Verdi girl was really going to have repeat work for them, she could snatch up every last cent from Eren’s fortune. All she had to do was not think about the fact that Verdi might end up her step mother in the future considering she managed to seduce Eren’s fortune from him.

“What about TWO heroes?” She asked, pressing her chest against Verdi. “Very few people in the world could say they bedded the Hero of Magic AND Commerce. Even fewer could say they did it at the same time.” She said, grinning ear to ear as Verdi’s eye twinkled with interest.

“Hero orgies are fun.” She said, deep in thought as she focused on the future. She was close. Isoldi could taste it. Just one final push, and she knew what the push was

“Inventory.” She said spawning a sheet of blank parchment paper before holding her hand over the paper. “Inventory.” She repeated, pulling ink out of her inventory while flicking her wrist across the parchment while imagining her words. Instantly, a contract formed in front of her as she handed it to Verdi.

“What’s this…?” Verdi said, grabbing the contract and going through it, her crimson eye peering over the terms. There was no deceptive wording, nor were there any onerous demands. It was merely a contract to hire them for two jobs at a specified rate Isoldi estimated to be equal to Reina’s time. There was no need to be deceptive or sneaky when it came to people like Verdi. Her eye glazed over it, reading and rereading it before focusing on the “extra” benefit Isoldi had added.

“You’re going to give me an extra 3 days with the entire brothel?” She asked, reading and rereading the relevant portion again and again. The gift baskets alone were enough to hire the brothel workers for a week and they all visibly liked Verdi. It would not be hard to convince them all to give her a few days extra considering how well they were treated. Just before she signed, Verdi reached into her pocket and took out an ink well. Using ice magic, she froze it into a pen before writing in several demands and handed it to Isoldi to read.

“Let’s see… Lump sum, we revoke all rights to demanding the porno be destroyed, if we use divine magic at all contract is revoked, and we have to be open to the following sex acts, oral, anal, vaginal, face fucking, internal cum shots…” She mumbled, reading them out before signing the revised contract. Half her whores were monsters, so it was fair to have divine magic banned on site while the sexual demands were quite simple. No **** fetishes, and she had to have sex with Verdi and anyone else she chose. After she signed, Verdi did the same, signing her name in neat characters as Isoldi took out a bottle of **** from her inventory to celebrate.

“To our new relationship!” She said heartily, pouring out a glass as Verdi took it.

“May it be as bountiful as your chest!” She said happily, the two glasses clinking as Hannah spoke up, her mouth half full with chips while her pockets were bulging with snacks.

“Hey, can we get some more chips over here? We ran out.” She asked politely, as though she were a child asking for seconds. While she continued to munch on whatever suited her fancy with her left hand, her right hand was continuing to grab snacks and pocket them in plain view of everyone. It was almost incredible how shameless she was as crumbs fell onto her clothes.

Verdi’s eye went down to the contract that stipulated oral sex, then to Isoldi, then to Hannah as she kept eating. There was nothing but quiet judgement in her gaze as Isoldi maintained her smile, trying not to throw a rock at Hannah for doing everything in her power to ruin her deal. They signed the contract already, but a good contract had the other party thinking they got away with a better deal.

“Maybe the snack table was a mistake.” Verdi said flatly as they watched Hannah munch on whatever she could find. “At least she's happy.” Verdi continued with a sigh.

“I’ll clean her out before you use her. You have my word you won’t have crumbs in unspeakable places.” Isoldi said as Verdi nodded with a **** smile.

“Please and thank you.” She said before clapping her hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Now ladies, gentlemen, remember your lines! We start in 20 minutes! Goblins! Get the cameras ready! We have a strict 5 day timeline to finish this!!” She said, handing over a script for Isoldi to read over.

“What’s this?” She asked, skimming over the title. Monster Izekayi? What an odd name.

“Read this, you don't need to remember it, just be expressive for each scene and mouth whatever you please. We can dub over your dialog later.” She said as Isoldi skimmed over the script. Was a porno a painting or was it a full on play? She shrugged, reading over the script and committing it to memory as Hannah appeared, reading the script synopsis over her shoulder while drinking from a glass of juice.

“Reborn into a fantasy world, with a twist. Follow the adventures of Verdi, the greatest hero who ever lived along with the arch-imago Clitrinas and Fenlatio, the Hero of the Cunt as they lay the great demon lord and bring peace to the land! Written, directed, and starring Verdi. Sponsored by the Salt Lick: where the drinks are nasty and the women are nastier.” Isoldi read, groaning to find Belsach was a part of this mess.

“This is ridiculous. Why would anyone care about a plot in a sex story?” Hannah asked quietly as Isoldi shrugged.

“Just do the job and you'll knock 5% off your debt.” Hannah said as Isoldi got back to stuffing her pockets with snacks.

“Kay.” She said as Verdi walked away, commanding countless women and goblins to work while making her way to the neighboring room. She snapped her fingers, summoning a goblin before pointing to Isoldi and Hannah.

“Get these two dressed up in the cum **** attire. Toss them into the sex pit. I need at least half an hour of footage before we get to scene 2 where I save them.” She commanded as the goblin nodded, beckoning to Isoldi and Hannah to follow him to a nearby room full of handmade costumes. Isoldi frowned, the word “footage” catching her attention. What exactly was a porno? She couldn't help but feel like there was something off about Verdi's actions and how meticulous her record keeping was, but she pushed such thoughts away. There was no way an airhead like her was plotting something.