It was full of mortals to play pranks on. I was having so much fun. I made frogs rain on frolicking maidens during a festival, their firm titties boun...ing and jiggling as they shrieked and ran away from the slimy things. I soured milk. I made wives so horny that they were getting gangbanged while their husbands couldn't look away.And today, I thought about having fun at the brothel, spying on mortals paying for the most wonderful thing in the world. Sex. A busty, blonde Zeutchian prostitute. Stopping he faces her as she slips the straps off her shoulders and nervously undoes her bra slipping it off, she stops for a second, unconsciously letting him look at her large breasts, her nipples sticking out almost half an inch and pointing slightly up towards him. Then quickly she pulls the dress back up and lets the straps fall to her shoulders, all the time Alice is asking herself why she paused so long before covering her breasts up again. Looking at him she sees he hasn’t taken his. She was moaning and groaning against the gag and he chuckled. She made the mistake and grabbed his hair. He stopped everything. Even pulling the vibrator from her ass. She wanted to cry. She didn't like it when he stopped. He walked to the closet and got out a bag. Digging around, he found what he was looking for and put the bag away. She waited impatiently as he put the bag away and then went out of the room. Straining, she heard his muffled voice on the phone and wondered what he was up to.. ‘The way things work around here is like this: you supply us with the drugs we need, and you get paid cash. Cash. Nothing else.’ What else could there be for payment, I wondered. ‘That way, everybody’s supposed to be happy: we do the ritual, the guy gets accepted into his squad, and you get paid. Am I clear on that?’ By now I’d had enough of her putting this poor girl down and threw my own two cents in: ‘Leave her alone. I’d be willing to bet money that none of you… how many of there are you,.