The Pleasure House was closed.
Zora stood firmly at the grand double doors, arms crossed, trying not to cry as a weeping elven noble grabbed the hem of his coat.
"Please," the noble begged. "Just five minutes. I only want to touch his hips. That's all I need to get through the week!"
Zora sniffed. "I get it, believe me, I get it, but Pip is…" he swallowed hard, "recalibrating at the moment. I'm afraid he's not available today."
A wail erupted behind him as another woman dropped to her knees, clutching her chest. "I need him! My soul is shriveling!"
"Oh, you poor thing…" Zora cried as he fell to his knees with her. "We must stay strong. For Pip!"
Inside, the reason for all the emotional chaos was hips deep in pelvic recalibrations.
