Kisten

Chase walked down the path keeping his eyes open and alert to make sure that no one was coming either from behind or ahead. He didn’t want to be seen; at least not before it was time. Quickly he moved over the hard dirt, getting ever closer to the village he could see looming in the distance.

“Hopefully this place will prove more fruitful then the last”, Chase thought. He had been in Entoish the last week experiencing nothing but bad luck. It seemed no one wanted his services, and even worse, no one gave in to his exceptional power. Though many showed powers of one kind or another, nothing had been seen like his before. He had the power of sexuality.

When he used his power, women would do anything imaginable to get sexually satisfied Anything! They wouldn’t stop until they had been completely satisfied. Chase would find beautiful women, get them alone, and then use his mysterious power. That way their only choice would be to make love to him in their drive to overcome their , unexplainable need. However, he could never get the women alone in Entoish, everyone of them found some other man to extinguish their sexual frustration.

He vowed to himself that this wouldn’t happen in the next town. He finally neared the Town’s open gate and read the name on the wooden sign that swung slightly in the soft breeze. “Kisten” it read.

Chase peaked around the gate first to the left, then to the right. Both directions had tudor houses with wooden shingles. Some had elaborate paintings of people, animals or scenery painted on them. The only real difference he could see was that to his left he could see a female figure walking away from him. To the right were three people’s silhouettes, but he couldn’t discern their gender. The main road of Kisten went straight ahead. A few blocks ahead he thought he could see some shops and a few people.