Chapter 54: A Nightcap For A Matriarch
The moon has long since crested the hills, and the village of Knob’s Hill lay in tranquil slumber, save for the glow still pouring from the windows of the chief’s commandeered home. Outside, the once-bustling street has finally emptied. The long line of clients has come and gone. The final booking has just ended.
A woman, an elf by the looks of her ears, perhaps half-something else by her broad grin. She was being carried away on a makeshift stretcher by two equally satisfied friends. Her limbs draped lazily over the sides, her face frozen in dreamy bliss.
As she passed Vuvi, she weakly lifted a thumb and said, "Wooooorth it..." before sighing herself into unconsciousness.
Vuvi, half-asleep herself and nursing a cup of lukewarm tea, could only blink in response.
"Another day done," she mutters.
The front door creaks open. Pip steps out into the moonlight, arms akimbo and faceplate glowing like the morning star. Steam puffs from his vents like a teapot meeting its calling. He strikes a mighty pose... one leg up on a stool, fists to hips, mechanical thighs gleaming with oil, pride and the residual residue of women divinely pleasured.
He emits a long, harmonic chime, radiating an emotion so clear and pure that even Veena, half-napping against the wall, cracks open an eye and grinned.
Vuvi chuckles and gives him a slap on the back. "Another day, another dozen satisfied hearts."
"And hips," Penelo whispers sleepily from Veena’s lap, one eye half-lidded and dreamy.
Pip lets out a sheepish whistle.
Veena grunts from her perch. "Do we have the energy to carry Penelo this time, or are we just leaving her with a snack tray and a blanket?"