After the banquet, the Incubus stood in the street, looked up at the Succubus Massage Parlor, and found she couldn't laugh.
The parlor doors stood open. Inside, a beautiful Succubus with an alluring figure was tending to a customer, pressing her black, heart-tipped tail against his forehead with just the right amount of force. Her cheeks were flushed from the effort.
The sight of a Ratfolk outside the parlor also drew looks from passersby. Free City People looked amused; visitors looked astonished. Only in Free City would even a Ratfolk visit a brothel...
The Incubus really couldn't smell the "depraved" scent of sex.
Impossible...
You're a Succubus. Since when did you become a respectable woman?
The clash between everything she knew and the scene before her shattered the Incubus's reason. Dizzy and lightheaded, she felt the urge to vomit.
She stood there long enough for the Succubus, having just finished with her customer, to notice. Swaying as she walked over, the Succubus said, "Would you like to try it, Mr. Ratfolk? Our massage parlor has plenty of experience serving Ratfolk. We're running a Free City special, so massages are ten percent off."
"What do you mean, experience serving Ratfolk?" the Incubus asked blankly.
"Your Ratfolk Artisans come in for massages all the time. Years of digging leave their muscles tied up in knots. Massage helps ease—"
The more the Incubus heard, the greater the shock. Her dizziness grew worse.
"Urgh—"
At last, she couldn't hold it in. She vomited up all the human food she had eaten at the banquet, then staggered into the crowd.
The Succubus at the door stood stunned for a long while before planting her hands on her hips and cursing. "Fucking Ratfolk! I've always made men come from below. You're the first bastard to spew