"Yippee!" Ash squeals, climbing all over Felicia's body while she squeals and tries to get her off. Ignoring that little scene, Phorsaal leaves, and in a few hours, is back at the gates. "Back so soon, Eidolon Phorsaal? I thought you already came in with a slave, yes?" The Gatewatcher asks.
"We're supposed to pay for it..." The cashier mutters, before leading the way. They walk for an hour and the better part of two before they come to a small, creepy looking shack in the woods. The windowpanes are broken, the paint is peeling off the wood, and the door is half off its hinges. "There... There it is. Jackson's Hack Shack. They say a murderer used to live in there. A guy who used to hack people up with an axe or a chainsaw or machete or some other crazy shit, and eat them." The cashier says.
"Uuughh! Hell, you're such a buzzkill! Wait!" Rikaria says, stomping off somewhere before coming back to the room with a small pouch and a half deflated dick. She throws the pouch to Melkor. It's all there! Now get on the bed and turn around! I'm going to fuck her ass raw!" The succubus says, rubbing her hands together while grinning eagerly.
"No... No! Not this! Fuck! Fuck you you rotten piece of hellspawn filth! I hope you get eaten by a Ravener! Or a fucking Griffin! Or a harpy! You deserve slow deaths! All of you!" The elf screams. The succubus' head tilts to the side. "Is that...?" She asks, looking at Melkor.