Henry's breath left his body like steam off hot cocoa. The entrance to the Gush Caves loomed before him—massive, dripping, mysterious. A pair of glistening stalagmites arched overhead like the thighs of a divine goddess doing yoga in the sky. The cavern walls pulsed faintly, giving off a deep hum that was less geological and more... flirty.
The ground was soft beneath his feet. Not muddy. Not rocky. Something in-between. Like velvet soaked in warm lotion.
He turned to the group behind him.
Vebrissima, radiant in a robe made of glistening snail trails, gave him a thumbs up. "Remember, Henry—no sudden movements. The cave responds to touch… and intent."
Climaxa floated beside her, absentmindedly stroking a glow-in-the-dark cucumber. "Also, no dirty thoughts."
Henry blinked. "You brought me here in a thong and you expect pure thoughts?"
"Exactly," Climaxa whispered. "Let's see how long you last."
