"More... ah... more..."
The drunk raised his empty glass, his head resting on the table.
The young man kept him company while quietly gathering information. At one point, he saw a scantily clad succubus come downstairs.
The thought So there really are succubi had barely crossed his mind when a crowd of burly Professionals surged forward, waving purses for the chance to enjoy her company. One man claimed the chance, and they went upstairs to the sound of his triumphant laughter and the succubus's soft giggle.
The succubus seemed to have an endless stream of customers, but weren't they afraid of dying...?
No one answered the young man's question. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, either. Everyone around him seemed used to the sight. Some even looked envious.
Three minutes later, the succubus came back downstairs with the unsteady man. His companions laughed as he returned to his seat, while she led another customer upstairs...
He was still alive. She hadn't drained him dry.
Everything about this place was strange.
The young man unconsciously touched his purse.
"Uh... my good friend, get me another Rye Beer. With ice."
"You can't drink any more."
The young man could tell the drunk was well on his way to being plastered. "Too much Rye Beer is bad for your head."
"Uh... then Sweet Wine with ice!"
"Sweet Wine is bad for your health."
"Iris Cocktail with ice, then..."
"Do you want to wake up on the street?"
"This ice stuff is damn dangerous..." the drunk muttered. "I'll have it without ice, then."
"...I'm going for a walk."
The young man gave up on keeping the drunk company. He rose from his seat and opened the tavern door, only to find a white cat sitting beside it. As soon as the door