This time, instead of women and children, the cavern had a raised platform of sorts carved into the stone. On the platform, there was an older-looking...kobold seated on a throne-like chair made of rock. He was not wearing leather armor like the other kobolds they had fought. Instead, he was wearing clothes made of colorful cloth. A long staff rested against the throne.Beside the old kobold were two winged kobolds. Even though those kobolds were not flying at the moment, their folded wings were. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I put on a hungry smile, eager to seduce the concierge into giving up Rosemary's room. I just had to dangle my futa-cock before the concierge and she would—A man walked out of the back room, a smile crossing his dusky features. “Can I help you, miss?” he asked, his accent cultured and British, the refined tones of someone from the Indian Subcontinent who had an education. “Is there something wrong?”“No, no,” I groaned. “You wouldn't be able to tell me which. Not completely stupid,” she conceded, “but bizarre.” David let out a long breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He decided to go for the big closing argument.“My hope is that when we’re done, and the prostitute has gone, we’ll be cuddled up like this -““Except naked,“ Bobbi interjected.“- enjoying perhaps the most intimate moment we’ll ever have together,” he finished. Then he added, “You can put a robe on if you want, but I’ll be naked.”They sat silently for a long, uncomfortable moment.. ”I made sure to swing by my apartment Friday to pick up the last pair of cut-off jean shorts I still had. They hadn’t gone completely out of style yet. But they were in their death throes.When we got up Saturday morning I didn’t take a shower or put a shirt on. I pulled the shorts up over my bikini underwear. They barely covered the underwear and Blaise gave his approval as we both headed outside, me to work, him to watch.After I’d made a couple of passes across the yard, I already was.