Sappho's Seat, a lesbian escort service

The interview went well, and after an excited call from Sarah, she started the position that very night.

Evening after evening, she would leave the house, giving her husband a kiss, and heading to sell her body. The idea of it was hot, so hot, but despite all of his attempts to dig for further details, Sarah remained remarkably close-lipped.

The sex was good, she said, but not what she was used to. The money was fantastic, enough she was soon able to quit her job, and... well, her sex with Tom became less common, though when they found the time and inclination, it was better than it'd been in years, even after the first few wishes on the coin.

Still, Tom couldn't help it, he had to know more. Even promising he'd never show up, promising he'd never try to hire her himself, Sarah said she couldn't say more, couldn't even tell him the business's name.

Oddly enough, it seemed as though this complete block on information wasn't the same order from her boss that prevented Tom from coming to the establishment, but something from Sarah herself. She seemed to embarrassed, her cheeks turning beat red when he pressed, and it seemed that she was simply unwilling to share this, at least not yet.

Tom could, of course, elect to try patience, wait for his wife to trust him with this secret. Or, he could follow her secretly, ask a buddy for a ride to trail her after she left for a shift.

But those were the sorts of things someone without a magic wish-granting coin would do. It'd been a while since he'd used it, so after fishing around for it, retrieving the enchanted object from the hiding place where it slept, he made his simple wish. "I wish that Sarah will write down the name of the place she's been hired and leave it in my sock drawer before going to work tonight, but not remember doing it and have no clue she's told me anything about it." The coin grew hot, and sure enough, that evening he found the card.

Sappho's Seat... the name was a big hint, but a quick round of googling on his phone made it clear: this wasn't just any place selling sex, it was women-only, a lesbian escort service. Was that why Sarah hadn't wanted him to show up? And... did this mean she was secretly bisexual? Pan? Or even... just a lesbian?