As we went down the stairs I noticed that the light remained on, it seemed to just be glowing on the walls. It was just another strange thing that my mind had focused on as I went to the next level. Once we reached the bottom, it was a short passageway and then the doors. I reached out and touched the doors which swung open on silent hinges. Again my mind wondered and my only thought was who the hell was oiling the hinges in this place.

Once the doors opened we entered into a small room that was softly lit up. There were several chairs and benches scattered around the room and in front of each was a mirror. Clearly the intent was to sit down and look at yourself in the mirror. I gestured to the mirrors and told the party to have a seat.

As I sat down near the center the mirror began to change, soon the picture of what only could be described as an oily car sale man appeared. He had scales, not skin and two small horns poking up near the top of his forehead. His lips were fat and bulbous, and his teeth were yellow and stained.

As he looked at me he smiled and then said, “Ah we have someone here, looks like a human but smells like a dragon. I

see you have some companions, ha but they are demons so cannot join us, too bad those succubae look like they take a lot of pride in their work. He was clearly looking over at them, and leering, all in all, he was a repugnant individual.

“Let’s get this going,” I spoke with a firm tone, I did not care for anyone to look at women the way he was. Even though this was a mere game, the realism was more than enough to invoke a strong response within me. For the next year, this was reality and I would have to work out how much I was willing to invest in myself while Ingame. I knew I was already invested emotionally with some of what I had gone through. For example, those donators who had tortured me were going to all die. That had gone beyond an emotional response to something else.

Looking at me the greasy car sales demon being nodded and began to speak. “Will an eager one and rightly so, for you have so much to be proud about? Ingame for only a short period you have managed to achieve some deep physical intimacy with not one but two lovely ladies, you sir are a playa.

As I looked at the mirror it suddenly faded and then brightened. It now showed Reona and me, she was on top riding me and I had her breasts in my hands gently rubbing her nipples. Then it showed her kissing my stomach and licking her way downwards with my hands in her hair. This continued for several more scenes with each one more graphic and more detailed.

Then the mirror switched to another bedroom scene, this time with Ama. It began with her heels on my shoulders as we ground into each other. Continuing on it showed more of the same. In the background I could hear Ama’s sister talking about my performance; clearly everyone could see what I saw. I am not sure what was more embarrassing the advice the girls were giving Ama or the fact that everyone was watching myself performing in a porno.

Once those two escapades were done the show continued, showing me at the orphanage, going out on a date. Again it showed the culmination of intimacy with me and the teenage girl I had briefly dated. This one lasted about 4 minutes. I was younger then, and I will not say more. Then the mirror showed another girl, who had led me to the stage above the gym at school. With her, I had made out on the blue gym mats stored in the corner. All we had done was kiss and grope one another after she had taken her shirt off.

The mirror clouded over again and then revealed a much younger me I was at the state-run orphanage and hiding in the female employee change room. I was actually in a locker and was looking through the holes n the metal grate. I had a clear view of the open shower area and was watching some of the female staff have a shower. Finally, the mirror once again revealed the greasy car sales demon.

He looked at me and with that greasy smile stated, “No wonder you are a playa, you have had a thing for the chicks since you were a child. Wow, I bet you are full of pride at your accomplishments.” Let’s see what else you have to be proud of. Once again the mirror began to change and show another scene, this time, it started when I was younger and had just arrived at the orphanage.

It showed me getting in a fight with one of the other kids there. Then another scene and then another all showing me winning fights or in some way dominating the other kids at the orphanage.

The oily green scaled bastard showed up again, “You sir are the alpha male, both with the ladies and with your peers. It is no wonder that we are seeing your exploits, such self-centered thinking, and such narcissistic thoughts. Such hubris, sir I salute you. You are one self-centered egotistically orientated individual. I could go on but I am sure you get the picture, you are a piece of art and I would love to add you to my collection.”

I sat there thinking about what he had said. Being honest with myself I felt that there was an element of truth in what he had showed, but it was not the whole picture and to dwell on each individual incident was to take it out of context. Sure I had played with the girls, but they had played with me. We were young healthy and hormonal and sex was a natural occurrence that had been mutually desired.

As for the rest, the views had stored up some long forgotten memories, the fear I had felt when I first arrived at the orphanage. There was a pecking order among the boys and they were all eager to remain secure in the position that they were in. Maybe that is how society worked; I had known that I did not want to be at the bottom of the shit barrel. I had stood up for myself, and by doing that had removed myself from that picking order.

I looked at the smarmy smile of the demon in the mirror and said, “I am not proud at all of any of what you have shown me, nothing happened that was not normal or just a foolish thought out action. I believe if you think that is what I am proud of you are sadly mistaken, we are done here.” Looking at the others in my party I stood and gestured to the far wall where the doorway was visible. “Let’s go.”

“Wait” called the demon from the mirror, “there is more I can show you, the pride that you have on your Google glasses, the hubris you felt when you entered the world as a half dragon with abilities and potentials for above that of others. Pride is there in your ability to find treasure, and in your discovery of the shrine to the unknown God. The Runic spells that are now emblazoned in your body the potential that they hold now you can read them; it is all brings forth a deep sense of satisfaction to you. That is just pride.”

The demon was screaming at me as I walked towards the door, I turned around and looking at all the mirrors each showing his visage snarling in anger at his inability to entrap me with the lust of the flesh and the pride of life. “I would say sorry but I am not, you are pretty despicable and really remind me of a greasy used car salesman.”

The demon upon hearing my words stopped talking and looking at me with a grin said, “Hey that is the nicest thing anyone has ever told me. Wow, a greasy used car salesman that is great. What a compliment, sir you really know how to say the words to make people happy.”

With that, he faded from the mirrors and suddenly beside the exit was a small pedestal that had a chest on it. We all gathered around the chest with Ama beside me. She whispered into my ear, “Tonight we will work on some techniques babe. What we saw has given me some great ideas, I can’t wait.”

I did not know if I should be embarrassed by the openness with which she shared her thoughts on my performance or by the fact that she and all the others had seen everything that the demon had put on the mirrors. Different cultural standards I thought to myself, so it probably does not matter yet I was aware that my face was still turning red.

Turning to look at the chest I gently opened the lid and observed what was inside. I heard the ladies gasp and then I myself was dumbfounded. Even Raik and Gluzzie were silent observing what was in the chest. I looked around at the others and silently closed the lid. Lifting the chest off the pedestal I put the whole thing in my bag. “Please do not talk about what you have seen with anyone, this is something only we six have seen and it must remain that way till I decide what to do. Looking at all the others I saw them all nod and smile at me. Friends come in many forms I thought as I headed to the exit.