From the oldest records, we know that the first demons were nothing like we know them today. Hulking beasts with too many eyes and mouths; sanity defying monsters so ill-suited to our realm of existence that upon emergence they had literally minutes to rampage and tear through the area where they emerged. Minutes before the forces of physics and biology inevitably regained the upper hand and ended their existence, sending them back from whence they came.

They had more in common with the eldritch horrors worshiped today by the various cults than they did with mortal-kind. But unlike those horrors, they learned.

Slowly, the invading demons looked less like meatballs covered in eyes and tentacles, and more like something that made sense. Something that could function. And function they did.

We do not know exactly when it first became possible for them to stay in our world indefinitely, but we do know that it was a time of great darkness and suffering. Instead of wreaking havoc the moment they appeared, they hid among the lost and the dark places of Aer. Places where few mortals wandered, and fewer still returned from to tell the tale. Over time, their numbers swelled while mortal-kind remained blissfully unaware of the growing threat.

While we do not know for how long they hid away, we do know when the great demon wars broke out. Five and a half thousand years ago, those hordes had finally gathered enough strength to leave the shadows and the dark places of the world and began a crusade of terror, carnage and subjugation across the entire surface of Aer.

All mortal races suffered during this time. Even those who were not slain were subjected to some of the cruelest forms of chattel slavery imaginable. Highly magical races, such as the Nodol, were especially prized as food stock by the invading hordes. A great many of them were devoured during this time, and even today their numbers have not fully recovered. Their populations remain small compared to those of the hardier, more ‘mundane’ races.

It was during this time that the disparate mortal races for the first and only time put aside all of their differences and united in the face of complete destruction. Unfortunately, even that was not enough.

The demons, though comparatively few in number compared to the mortals they were subjugating, were nigh unstoppable killing machines, each with incredible physical power and many with advanced and terrifying magical capabilities. They were also near impossible to kill permanently. When one was slain, it merely returned to its own realm from where it could be summoned back to the fight, over and over again.

If even a single demon capable of ripping open a portal remained, they would summon the others that had been slain who could do, who would in turn summon more… and so on and so forth until an entire army could be replenished in the space of a dozen hours. Faced with such overwhelming odds, there could have been only two outcomes for the mortals of Aer: brutal subjugation or death.

Until the gods themselves intervened.

Nobody knows why they waited until Aer was almost completely lost before they acted directly. Possibly they had hoped that their creations could take care of themselves. Possibly they had found the wars up to that point entertaining. Or, possibly, as some of the more cynical agnostics have suggested, they simply hadn’t noticed that their world was burning down around them.

Whatever the case, while their motivations remain shrouded in mystery to this day, their impact was very well documented. Where the gods stepped down from the sky and took to the field, scores of demons, entire armies, were completely obliterated. Later research showed that unlike their previous casualties, these dead never returned to their own realm. They were utterly annihilated on the spot by the power wielded by a god.

Once every last demon had been eradicated, the gods sealed the portals the demons had used to enter, and placed a Forbiddance upon Aer: no more would the veil between our world and theirs be able to be torn. Loose magic would be chained, bound to its nature, no longer able to spontaneously form the pathways that they had used to slip in in the first place.

One would think that after suffering such a catastrophic loss, after so many of their kind were annihilated, never to return, and with their primary means of ingress blocked, demons would never again dare set foot in Aer.

But one must not underestimate demon stubborness. Nor their resourcefulness.

- The Extended History of Demons and Diabolism, 2nd edition

“So I’ve got a question,” Ixxy said when the remaining three pages of the form turned out to be for office use and required no further input from her. Why did forms always have those sections?

“Feel free to ask,” the Receptionist replied without looking up from the document. “If the mood strikes me, I will answer.”

“Where are all the mortals?”Ixxy asked. “I mean, I saw the one out there, the fungus dude, but everyone else here are demons. It seems kind of strange that they just… let us do whatever we want, you know? Don’t they like… guard the gate?”

Sazka looked up and smiled. “The Obsidian Gate needs no guards. Those powerful enough to damage it would not be dissuaded by a few sentinels.”

Ixxy rolled her eyes. “Well, sure, but what about us?” She leaned forward and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “What if we decided to… you know… capture it? Open it wide and let an army in?”

Sazka stared at her for a few moments, then gave a bark of laughter. “The gate is already ours, little Ixilis. The gate, this entire compound, all of it belongs to demonkind under the auspices of the Abyssal Collective.”

Ixxy tried to mentally poke her squishy brain, hoping some relevant information would fall out, but all she got was…

“According to what I know, the gate is owned by the Institute of Diabolism, who allow us…”

“Oh sweet thing,” the Receptionist laughed. “You’re decades out of date. We bought this place from them ages ago.”

“Wait, bought? I don’t understand…”

She sighed. “Yes. Bought. With mortal currency. Look, I’m not going to sit here and give you an entire history lesson, but the short version is that a couple of the wealthier demons got together, traded some souls for currency and purchased this little place. We fixed it up a bit, moved in the gate and now we run ourselves.”

Ixxy scowled. “Why don’t I know any of this? InferTec said that my body would come pre-loaded with all of the relevant historical knowledge.”

Sazka gave a gentle laugh and shook her head. “I’m afraid InferTec rarely bothers updating their memory kits to keep up with the changing times. Your memories will be useful for speech and learning the differences between a cat and a dog, but I am afraid for economic and political realities you are going to be sorely behind the times. Things move fast in this world. They have to. Mortals live such pitifully short lives. Not even a single century.”

“Wait, really?” Ixxy exclaimed as her mind translated the time to something she was more familiar with. “Not even one century? How do they… do anything?”

She’d known their lives were short - hence the name ‘mortals’ - but less than a single century? Wow. That was really short. Barely a flicker in the grand scheme of things.

“Is that what happened to all the mortals?” she asked, dreading the answer. “Did they all… expire?” Was she a century late too late to experience sex?

This time Sazka burst into a full belly laugh. “Oh, I forgot how adorable newbies are! I could just eat you out!” Ixxy was now starting to feel a little annoyed at being laughed at so much. Plus, her mind told her, Sazka had messed up the idiom. It was ‘eat you up’, not ‘eat you out’, unless she meant… ohhhhhhhh, right.

Sazka waved her hand dismissively as the last chuckles subsided. “No, they breed like rabbits. It’s part of the appeal of this place, there are always more mortals to play with, no matter how many you break. Of course, we break them far less these days than we used to.”

“Then where are they?” Ixxy asked, a - thankfully invisible, thanks to her red skin - blush spreading across her cheeks. Wait, why was she blushing? That was literally what her body had been primarily designed for! It was why she’d chosen it! Ok, maybe the idea of doing it with another demon was a bit icky, but if that sort of thing was okay here, she could maybe be open minded enough to give it a try.

Except… maybe not right now. Not until she’d practiced with a few mortals first. Maybe.

“Around,” Sazka replied cryptically.

“Around where?” Ixxy asked, her embarrassment converting to irritation at the constant patronizing.

“No, I mean literally, all around us. Thousands of them, in all directions outside this compound. Once you leave here, you won’t be able to walk three steps without bumping into one,” the Receptionist responded as she went back to the paperwork.

All around? Thousands? Ixxy’s face lit up and she leapt to her feet. She was about to go storming out the door before the Receptionist’s strict voice called her back.

“Stop! Sit! Bad girl! Paperwork first, then you can go out to play.”

With a huff, Ixxy slumped back into her chair. This was no fun.

“Also,” Sazka added, “before you go out there, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.”

Ixxy scratched at her new clothes. She’d barely stepped outside the courtyard of Triorbus Square - the rather whimsical name of the demon compound - and they were already making her itch. Did mortals seriously wear these things all the time? Why?

Sazka had insisted she properly cover herself before stepping outside and had gifted her a pair of simple shorts and a plain, blue shirt. Apparently the Collective bought second-hand clothes in bulk for Sazka to hand out to new arrivals and victims of slightly over-enthusiastic contracts. They tended to be of lesser quality and were often very well worn, but at least they were clean. Magic did have some perks.

Of course, she modified them to be a little more… her style. So instead of an outfit traditionally worn by old people and those that required her services to have any contact with the opposite gender, she wore a pair of really short hotpants and a tight-fitting tank-top thanks to some quick do-it-yourself tailoring and a shapeshifted claw. The ragged edges gave it a nice, ‘grunge’ style, too!

Apparently, being ‘decent’ was one of the city rules that demons were expected to follow. Too much nudity and the Collective would get fined or even have their lease suspended. At first, she’d been puzzled why mortals would NOT want to get a free ogle, but then she’d seen a naked Loath Demon walk past, scratching his lumpy, bare butt with long, spindly fingers, and suddenly it had all made sense.

Finally, she was getting to do some quality sightseeing. She had no particular plans, just letting her feet guide her as her brain gushed a torrent of information into her mind every time she saw something new. Of which there was a lot. Grailmane was fascinating.

The city was surprisingly massive. Visibility was a little limited thanks to the large buildings crowded around the supernaturally smooth stone street, but because Aer was effectively a giant bowl, there was no horizon to worry about. Even from street level, a few long, open streets allowed her to see for miles, and what she saw was mostly more city.

Stone was a very popular building material, usually of the same dark colouration as the ground beneath. Conversely, wood appeared to be quite rare and reserved for use in the larger and wealthier looking constructions. In fact, from what she could just barely make out beyond the city limits, the entire city was built in the middle of some kind of barren, rocky area in the foothills of a mountain whose highest peaks loomed far above.

Of particular note were the towers: stone spires that reached high above the rest of the city. There were five or six really tall ones, and a smattering of shorter ones, some barely peeking over the surrounding two and three story buildings.

Surprisingly enough, the local area appeared to be a little upmarket. Considering that Triorbus Square was right nearby, this raised an interesting conundrum. Would a demonic portal raise or lower property values?

What really caught her eye, however, were the throngs of mortals everywhere. Sazka had not been kidding. The moment she stepped through the courtyard gate, she’d been swept up by the crowd of people plodding along the street. Most barely gave her a second glance.

There were so many different kinds of mortals, too! Humans, Dwarves, Awlin - a feathery kind of bird-like humanoid, some Hob-ogres… so many! Some wore robes with hoods that left no part of their skin exposed, so she had no idea what they were, while others seemed to be dressed in fancy silks and expensive jewelry, walking along as if they owned the place. And yet, none of them seemed to even notice her.

A couple of children stared at her from across the street, so she winked at them, sending them scampering off between the buildings.

There were a few other demons also. Most walked with determination, seemingly having some specific destination or goal in mind, but a few of the Pleasure Devils appeared to just be… standing around. Without exception, they all seemed to be wearing far fancier clothes than she was.

“Hey, zis is my cornehr, fok off!” one of them, a tall and extremely slender brunette with long, straight horns, swore at her in a thick, nasal accent as she passed nearby. She wore a thin satin dress that left precious little to the imagination.

Ixxy raised an eyebrow. The accent was clearly fake. InferTec bodies came with perfect mastery of most if not all of the possible local languages. But if sounding exotic worked for her, then whatever.

“Calm your tits, I’m just passing by,” she replied dismissively. The woman was busy advertising herself on the street. Basically, street-prostitution, but for souls. Not the most dignified way to earn them, but if it worked, it worked. Dignity wasn’t particularly high on a demon’s priority list.

After a few steps, however, Ixxy had a thought. “Hey,” she asked, turning back to the slender demoness. “Did you see a Taskmaster go past here? With a big bunch of implings?”

“You mean Rruul?” she replied, rolling the ‘r’ deep in her throat. “Yez, he went zat way. Why?”

“No reason,” Ixxy grinned mischievously before heading in the indicated direction.

It turned out ‘Ruul’ hadn’t gone far. Ixxy had only wandered two or three blocks before she heard the tell-tale chittering and chattering of implings nearby. Following her ears, it wasn’t long before she tracked him down.

She found the porcine demon working a construction job. Or rather, he was standing off to the side, micromanaging his implings who were doing the actual construction for him. They were hauling bricks nearly as large as themselves up the steadily rising walls of the… yes it did appear to be a mansion of some kind. A massive house - at least judging by the foundations - was taking shape quite rapidly in the middle of the city, built not from the magically shaped stone that many of the other houses were, but from perfectly shaped, fired clay bricks stacked one on top of the other, sourced from a cart standing nearby.

Even as she watched, another cart full of the bricks was pulled up by a team of donkeys. Her eyes widened as her brain casually dropped the location of the nearest source of clay into her mind. This stuff was all imported! It had to have cost a fortune!

Looking around, Ixxy realized that that she had indeed wandered into what appeared to be a wealthier area of the city. The houses here, though not possessing extensive gardens, were large and grand and held all the hallmarks of the urban moneyed.

One of the houses, a little larger and grander than even the others on the street, even had another demon standing in front of it. A large, bipedal creature that looked like a praying mantis had fucked a gorilla. It had two large, powerful upper arms that ended in long hooked scythes nearly the length of its torso, with two lower arms ending in three thick fingers that merely looked like they belonged on a body builder. Its head was bug-like, with two large compound eyes set on the sides and a pair of mandibles big enough to crack a watermelon.

A Blade Devil. She didn’t need her brain to tell her that, she recognized it from the InferTec catalogue.

It was clearly on guard duty, positioned in front of the door and with its lower pair of arms crossed and its upper pair wrapped around itself, the scythe blades hanging down along its sides.

The sheer opulence of it boggled Ixxy’s mind. Blade Devils were warriors. Shock troops summoned and thrown at something you wanted dead. They were not door guards. This was more than a safety measure, it was statement of wealth.

She’d considered taking one of those bodies herself but the InferTec rep had said that there wasn’t a lot of work for them. And when they did find work, you often found yourself back in the void needing to reform, afterwards, due to a temporary case of death. It had just seemed like a bit too much of a pain in the ass at the time.

Shaking her head, Ixxy refocused on her goal. Ruul.

He was standing at the edge of the building area, all of his focus on directing his small army of little, fluttering implings, pointing at various places and yelling at them when they inevitably goofed off.

She wanted to sneak up behind him, but that would mean going a very long way around, or crossing right through his line of sight. Luckily, she had a trick up her sleeve. Pleasure Devils could shapeshift, moving their flesh around their frame nearly at will. This meant that while they could never be non-humanoid - their skeletal structure had a lot less give to it than their flesh - they could look like pretty much anyone.

Ostensibly, this was so that they could better accommodate their customers’ desires, but it was a pretty poor excuse for a demon who wasn’t able to use that sort of ability for causing chaos.

What Ixxy did barely counted as shapeshifting. She just moved her cheekbones slightly higher, tweaked her nose, adjusted her jaw just a nudge and flared her horns outwards to alter their shape. She wasn’t trying to copy anyone specific, just to make herself look a bit different. While copying someone like Sazka could have been funny, it was unlikely to have passed scrutiny. For one thing, her clothes still looked like something fished out of the lost and found. She was pretty sure Sazka would not be caught dead wearing that.

Suitably altered, she strode confidently across the street, passing right in front of Ruul. Predictably, nobody gave her a second glance, not even the big pig-demon. A few of his implings buzzed her, swooping down at her before pulling away at the last moment, giggling with glee, but they did that to everyone who walked past. Other than smacking one that got a bit too close, sending it bouncing across the street, she ignored them. At the corner, she casually turned so that her walk would take her right behind Ruul.

“Stop botherin’ the walkers and do yer damned jobs ye shits!” he roared at his implings as she came close, still not even glancing her way.

It was almost too easy. The moment she passed behind him, she dropped her disguise, letting all of her features snap back to their natural configuration. She also focused on her hands, shifting to form ten long, sharp, hooked claws on her fingers.

What was the human saying? ‘Revenge was a dish best served cold’?

Ixxy disagreed. Revenge was a dish best served immediately, in large quantities so that there was enough for second helpings.

“Uh, Boss?” an impling hovering nearby that had noticed her transform began, but the warning came too late.

Before Ruul even had a chance to react, Ixxy leapt onto his back, digging her claws into the thick layers of fat and muscle on the big porky demon. He squealed in pain, just like a little piggy, as he tried to turn his head far enough to see what it was that was savaging his backside.

He tried to grab her off his back with his thick, pudgy arms, but they could barely reach and Ixxy was nimble, easily dodging from side to side to avoid the clumsy swipes of his portly fingers.

She shifted the claws on one hand from wicked hooks designed to grip and hold, to long, straight needles and plunged them into his back, sliding them deep between his ribs.

Despite the piggy squeals of pain he elicited as he ran in circles, it was more shock than actual injury. Demons were incredibly tough and hard to kill. Even if she’d skewered his heart and lungs, five minutes after she pulled out her claws he’d be right as rain. It was a shame that she couldn’t steal his souls, despite the physical contact. Her soul manipulation only worked on mortals, not other demons. Now that would have caused some real damage, though she supposed it would have been ripe for abuse if it were possible.

“Who’s the Newbie now, Bitch!” she screamed into his ear, a malicious grin on her face. She was enjoying herself so much right now.

At this point, Ruul’s implings finally managed to rally themselves to their master’s aid.

Unlike Pleasure Devils, Taskmasters and Blade Devils, implings did not hold demons. They were more akin to homunculi, little flesh golems constructed to do the scut work demons couldn’t be arsed to do themselves. That scut work notably did not include fighting. Demons very much preferred to do that themselves.

This meant that Ruul’s implings lacked any real natural weapons apart from their puny little claws and teeth. Nor did they have the mental fortitude to get creative, such as grabbing some of the bricks from the construction project and flying up to bombard Ixxy from on high.

Still, they tried their best, bless their little black hearts. They screeched as they fluttered and flitted around her and Ruul, darting in for quick scratches and bites before darting back out of range.

It was a bit like getting savaged by a flock of red, humanoid pigeons.

A few slashes from Ixxy’s elongated claws left a trail of dead and dying implings scattered across the ground. Lacking the proper regeneration that she and Ruul possessed, they were flimsy little creatures and even a deep scratch was enough to make them bleed to death.

Ixxy was having a blast. She was hanging onto Ruul’s obese back with one hand, swinging back and forth to avoid his fat, grasping hands, while at the same time holding off his swarm of angry red gnats with the other.

It was intense and exhilarating! Who knew the mortal world could be this much fun? And she hadn’t even dealt with a mortal yet! She hadn’t even tried sex yet! Coming here had been the best decision of her millenia long lifespan! Why hadn’t she done this centuries ago?

While the implings couldn’t really injure her, what they did do, probably quite by accident, was to cut off her line of sight. The next thing Ixxy knew, a thick, muscular arm breached the flock of swarming implings around her, and before she could dodge, grabbed her firmly around the throat.

With a single yank, Ixxy was plucked off of the porcine demon’s back and slammed down onto the ground with enough force to make her momentarily see stars. She shifted both hands to short, sharp claws and raked blindly at the arm holding her throat, gouging bloody furrows in its flesh.

Then she saw one of the Blade Devil’s massive scythes guillotine downwards and with a stab of pain, her world went red before fading to darkness.

“What were you thinking?” the Receptionist asked coldly.

Ixxy curled herself a little tighter into a ball on the wooden chair and just glowered sulkily at her.

She’d died, head neatly severed by the Blade Devil’s gigantic scythe arm. And then he’d apparently stepped on it, crushing it to a pulp. She’d come to back in the empty void, drifting silently next to the bright, roaring light that was the other side of the Obsidian Gate.

Apparently that was what happened to demons when they died in Aer. They popped back to the void beyond the gate, and then they casually strolled back through because they’d already accepted the runes. It was almost cheating.

In Ixxy’s case, it was on the other side of the gate that she found her way barred. By a very irate, business-suited demoness, no less. Now Ixxy was sitting in her office without a stitch of clothing on because she’d left her new outfit in the bloody pool of primordial goo her body had degraded to back in the construction area when she had reformed in the Void. Of the Taskmaster Demon there was no sign. He was probably back at work.

“Explain yourself,” the Receptionist insisted, “or I will take great pleasure in repeatedly ripping off your arms and legs each time they regenerate until you do.”

Something about her tone of voice made Ixxy think she was not making an idle threat.

“He attacked me first,” she said sulkily. “You saw it.”

“He forcefully moved you while you were standing in his way, gawking like a tourist,” Sazka corrected.

“He broke my nose!” Ixxy insisted, pointing at her face. “My new nose! I hadn’t even gotten to use it yet!”

“My, what an incredibly traumatic and debilitating injury,” Sazka said coldly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Your life will surely never be the same again.”

“Oh come on! That’s not fair!” Ixxy complained. “How is that any different to what I did to him? The little pinpricks I gave him are probably also fully healed by this time!”

Sure, she’d slipped a full set of claws into his lung, but that hardly counted as a serious injury. Uncomfortable, sure, but something he would shrug off without too much of an issue.

“Let me explain to you how it was different. You assaulted him for no reason, in front of mortals, at his place of employment, while he was on contract,” the Receptionist explained, voice dripping acid as she counted off each item on her fingers. “And to make matters worse, you killed a number his implings.”

“You’re going to haul me over the coals over a bunch of dead implings?” Ixxy exclaimed.

“I’m going to haul you over the coals over a number of cases of destruction of property,” the Receptionist corrected her calmly. “I presume you are aware that they neither regenerate nor reform like we do? That the ones you killed are truly dead?”

Ixxy nodded begrudgingly. Implings weren’t demons. Not in the ways that mattered. They were generally treated like something between a pet, a slave and a tool. But, she admitted to herself begrudgingly, all three of those things still had value.

But it wasn’t like they were people!

“Ok, fine, I’m sorry, but he can just get new ones, right?”

“And where is he supposed to get replacements?” the Receptionist asked mildly.

“I don’t know!” Ixxy threw her arms up in exasperation. “How did the mortals use to summon them before the Obsidian Gate?”

“Through complex and expensive rituals that only allowed them to stay temporarily. Rituals that we are forbidden from performing,” she replied evenly. “So if poor Ruul wants to complete his contract on time, he has no choice but to once again cross the Void to go and beg InferTec to replace his lost implings. Again.”

“Again?”

“Yes. Why do you think he was travelling through the portal in the first place?”

Ixxy sighed. Fine. So she could see how her response had perhaps been a teensy bit disproportionate. But it wasn’t her problem, dammit! If that asshole, Ruul, had just politely asked her to get out of his way instead of trying to paint the wall with her face, all this could have been avoided! Really, it was his own damn fault!

“Nothing more to say?” the Receptionist asked when Ixxy remained quiet. “In that case, considering the potential loss of income on Ruul’s contract, the cost of Vox’s time to put you down, the cost of cleaning up the mess of blood and bodies you left at Ruul’s construction site do not contest me on this, Ixilis, I will rip your head off, I swear and the cost of wasting my time with this nonsense, I am going to fine you one full soul for your actions.”

At this, Ixilis leapt to her feet. A full soul was ridiculous! That was a whole week’s rent for her body!

“You can’t do this!” she shouted. “You have no right…!”

“I have every right, Ixilis,” the Receptionist replied coldly, cutting off her protest. “Try me.”

Ixilis swallowed. “And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll toss your mangled corpse through the Obsidian Gate. And I will keep doing it until you get the message and stay gone, as long as it takes.” Sazka’s eyes narrowed. “I can be very patient.”

The rebellious side of Ixxy wanted to continue to protest, to argue that it was too much, that Ruul was an asshole who deserved what he got, but her more pragmatic side quickly stomped it down and buried it deep. There was a time to fight and there was a time to realize that you were just digging your hole deeper.

Ixxy collapsed back into her chair with a sigh. “Fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll pay. But there’s a problem. As you well know, I don’t have any souls yet. So how do we do this?”

“Your fine will be deducted from any earnings you make, until it has been paid off,” Sazka stated. “Only then will you be able to earn souls towards your rent payments.”

Ixxy’s fingers clenched around the armrests of her chair. That fucking Ruul! That stupid fucking pig, if he hadn’t… if he…

No. This was fine. This was no problem. She’d just have to earn two souls this week instead of one. A bumpy start, but meaningless in the grand scheme of things. It meant a little harder work, a bit more sex, but that was hardly going to be a bad thing, was it?

The important thing now was to stabilize. To not make the situation worse. To keep her head down and pretend like she’d put this whole thing behind her. One day, though…

“Then, if you have nothing further to add, I consider this matter closed. Now, I do have a spot of good news, however,” Sazka continued when Ixxy didn’t say anything further. “I have your first contract. So you can start paying back your fine.”

Ixxy perked up. Finally! This was what she had come here for!

“You nearly missed it due to being in the Void. You came back just in time.”

“What is it?” Ixxy asked, all previous hostility forgotten in her excitement. “Is it sex? Of course it is, why else get a Pleasure Devil. Is there a kink? A fetish? Do they like fat chicks? Is it feet? Do they just want to watch? Is it a threesome?”

Sazka held up her hands. “Woah, slow down. At this point, it’s none of those. It’s just a summoning. Even I don’t know any details. You and the client will need to sort out the actual contract between yourselves once you get there.”

Ixxy leapt to her feet and out of the chair for the second time since she’d arrived in Aer, grinning from ear to ear in excitement. This was it. She was finally going to get to experience sex!

“Okay! Let’s get this show on the road! Now, how do we do this summoning thing?”