Inala's Paradise
The interior of this club is huge. It's as if all but the necessary support columns and trusses had been removed to create a single, circular chamber. There are no openings to the outside save the entrance, but there are stairs and elevated walks around the perimeter, revealing a second level of rooms. The walls are painted with fantastic cloudscapes and gardens and palaces, all reminiscent of the Paradise created by the great Dream Ritual of not so very long ago. Statues of Inala dot the varied landscape, possibly looted from the original temple itself.

In a dark, smoky private room, several figures have gathered around a table. Two are hulking Vartans, two are slighter-built Saskanar Eeee and the third is an Eeee that falls between slight and hulking, but is the darkest of them all.

"We know that you do have folks in your crews selling you out to the raiders; Eeee unfortunately. Before anyone gets mad, though, it's most likely due to blackmail forcing them; family threats or the like," Alptraum explains from his seat. "And they're doing it through a small device to detect the presence of those gambling tokens used for fake coins. Don't detect the presence, then flag that ship as the one to attack. Or, flag that ship as one to ignore. They could have strike fleets prepared for both and wait for a stand down signal. Either way, a signal is send from the ship."

"Sent how?" Janik asks, nearly thumping his fist down on the table before catching himself. "We were right, this is bigger than just some pirates," Captain Puzo says. "They wouldn't have gotten to families in Saskanar. Someone who knows the roster had to do that, and that means one of the Trade Groups that handles licensing."

Someone leaves the ship by wing and likely sends a chirp-pulse as the signal to a trailing flier, one following each ship, then quickly returns. If I had to guess, during a crew rotation" Alptraum explains. "As for the trailing ships, likely they launch from here some time after you leave, or from the mountains a bit outside of Babel."

"We gotta know which ships those are.. and the detection trick, too," Janik says, and clacks his beak. "Maybe they not cover their tracks well with the ships.."

"Well, onboard it's just a small crystal that glows in the presence of those slugs," Alptraum explains and leans back a little, "And is likely concealed within an eyepatch. And it's not so much worth tracking those ships per se, but finding their actual base. And that could be done through, well, an appropriate plant that is taken for security. That plant signals The Yodhrephath and others, and the base is taken out."

"Wouldn't that mean the 'plant' has to get deliberately taken by the pirates?" Lilitu asks. "Will there be one on both ships, or.. just on the one we know will be raided?"

"Just the one to be raided. I cannot protect multiple people at one time at distance and the unknowns of what the base is made of ... and other complications," Alptraum says and nods. "And with the right bait, it's practically guaranteed they would take the right person."

"It've already talked to your unicorn friend. She volunteered to be a plant," Alptraum explains. "And you all know that rare and exotic ... few pirates would pass that up."

"But she an ambassador!" Janik points out. "Or.. very nearly.. so.. ah.. yeah, be good hostage.." he has to admit.

"Hmm, if they're being paid to do the raids, they'd still want to supplement their income," Puzo agrees. "They usually lose men to the Yodhrephath after all."

"Yes, and I know those she works for, and they know me. I can keep her safe from any long term harm, and she wants to help," Alptraum says and glances towards Janik. "I know it's not ideal to ask someone to put themselves at risk, but other options would risk even more."

"I see it," the captain reluctantly admits. "Can't be one of the crew, if they know who we all are."

"And trying to attack them or follow them directly means they may kill anyone they still hold," Alptraum adds.

"We still need to know which ship has the loot," Salas points out. "So going to have someone detect which chest is which before we load 'em up on the ships?"

"I can arrange to have the same light mage identify the chest, or make us a device that could," Alptraum says. "Which would you prefer?"

Neither of the Vartan captains look comfortable, but it's Salas that asks, "One device or one checker is all that's needed, isn't it? Check one chest and you know which is which. How hard is it to get a detector device though? We may need one again later, and dragging out a Mage could be problematical."

"From what I remember, he said it's a relatively simple device, tuned to pick up just a specific low-grade enchantment gambling slugs do," Alptraum explains, "So, casinos already have them. It may cost a bit to buy one, but it's possible to get one."

"Ah, so no magical thingy that made of diamonds or need blood of first-born chicks," Janik says with relief. Looking to the first mates, he says, "You two decide who carry it."

"No, but they might need the private parts of the ship captains," Alptraum says with a straight face.

"I'll carry it," Salas offers. "Lili can 'accidentally' flash everyone when it's time for me to use it."

The captains' neck feathers both poof out, even though it's clearly an absurd notion. Casinos don't have captains after all.

"I'm joking. Wow, do you need to relax," Alptraum says with a slight grin. "And it's saying something when an agent of Death says you need to relax..."

"Aren't you all about the ultimate relaxation though?" Salas asks with a grin.

"No cannibals here," Puzo is quick to claim. Word gets around about the 'new' Babelite justice system apparently.

"Wow, word gets around," Alptraum comments. "That wasn't a pleasant experience for me, either."

"It must have been something to see though!" Lilitu gushes. "We don't have nobles in Saskanar.. well, landed gentry isn't the same thing, anyway. But they don't run things or have their own private armies. They're just.. kinda boring."

Alptraum arches his brow. "You want to see and play with demons? I know those that turn you inside out if you break a promise. Or those that will devour you over, and over, and over. That's what's happening, incidentally those them," he says. "There's also the world devourer, he's nasty. Then there are things that make Bosch monsters look normal..."

"Ack, no!" Lilitu says quickly, waving her wing-hands a bit. "No demons! Just.. those were probably the last of the 'Wicked Babelite Nobles' and all."

"Mmm, I'm not so optimistic. Things like that always tend to fester and stink for a long time, like a dead yiffle under a deck," Alptraum admits.

"If there are any left, they're probably really paranoid and scared though," Salas offers. "Can you get us the detector soonish? We're supposed to pick up the loot tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh probably. You know, even Bara might have one; they do gambling here at times," Alptraum says after he realizes the obvious. He glances at Lilitu, then teases, "Would you, perhaps, prefer the device in a phallic shape for extra use?"

"What?" the girl squeaks, her ears blushing. "Do.. do you know how tricky that is with arms like this?"

"Still that requires.. uh.. length.." she tries to whisper, but there's no hiding things with her fellow First Mate and the Captains right there, all giving her curious looks.

"Oh, care to demonstrate for us so I know what to ask for?" Alptraum asks her next, somehow with a completely straight face.

"Awwwww," Alptraum says, "Sorry, but that was too easy to pass up. I'll make it up to you."

"I could quadruple the size of your breasts, or ... give you quadruple breasts," Alptraum claims, still trying to hold a straight face.

"No, my butt is fine!" Lilitu squeaks. "When guys are ogling me, I want to see them doing it!"

"How about a night with as many Barinala as you can handle," Alptraum adds next.

"How many is that?" Lilitu asks, peeking over her wing now. As if Alptraum would know the answer.. or else she's asking how many barinala he can conjure up.

"Well, depends on how many I can get the Yodhblakat to loan out for a night," Alptraum admits. "Or you could spend a night with the Yodhblakat! It would be, er, memorable." That last bit is the sort of tone that comes with being diagnosed with a horrible illness.

"Me? I'm hardly comparable to them," Alptraum points out. "And no, I'm not generally, fatal."

"But you're a big Eeee," Lilitu says. "Do you know what I have go through seeing my captain naked?"

"The I accept your offer to spoil me for other Eeee!" Lilitu says, opening her wings finally. "There are plenty of younger Vartans after all.."

This makes Alptraum laugh! "Well, I have to get the detector and such too, so no promises. If there's time, well, prepare to waddle for a few days," he claims. "Now, is there more to discuss on the plan? Your unicorn friend should be safe under my watch, that I can promise."

"Mmm, not if she insists you don't get hurt in her defense," Alptraum points out. "I can discuss it with her to make it not look bad on you."

"True," Janik says, still not entirely happy about the situation. "We gotta know who behind them, find out their agents in Saskanar and stuff."

"Before anyone else gets hurt, yes. And to make sure people know this sort of thing will not be tolerated, and those behind it will be unmasked," Alptraum agrees.

"Big players have little ones to sacrifice," Puzo says. "But it will stop them at least."

"Maybe!" Lilitu says, sticking out her chin. "If it means the guilty get made an example of."

"Yodhrephath will want a piece of them, certainly," Salas notes. "Maybe a literal pound of flesh."

"Want to place wagers on how many minutes before she threw up?" Alptraum asks the others at the table.

"No need for demons, like Salas say," Janik points out. "Yodh have long reach when they want something."

"And can be about as brutal. I know their High Priestess well, she scares me," Alptraum notes.

"I'd hope so, that's her job," Puzo says. "Nobody crosses scary people. And after this, Yodhrephath will make sure everyone scared of them."

"She can also wear you out in bed," Alptraum notes, "Particularly if she gets her sister to join in."

Everyone looks at Alptraum after that bombshell. "Now you're the scary one," Salas says.

"She might be stronger than you are," Alptraum notes to Janik. "She's stronger than I am."

"That she wouldn't gut you if you asked her on a date?" Alptraum notes. "Though I don't really know how she would react."

"Yah.. I maybe not try to chat her up next time I go do escort contract.." Janik agrees after that.

"That is probably one of the many things we should all pretend we didn't hear tonight," Puzo says. "This is all secret, even on the Pineapple. Nobody knows the fix is in."

"Well, if you're subtle, just watch how she reacts. Just don't be overt," Alptraum advises. "Now, if there's nothing else, I should go find Lilitu's new pleasure toy. I mean magic wand of ... I mean coin detector," he jokes.

At the Mage's Guild Tower, Alptraum walks in on Mage Albiarro, aka Flewf the Fnerf, trying to clean up after the night undercover. He is still Flewf though, since it wasn't certain the disguise wouldn't be needed again later. As a Gallee, the Mage still had a decent collection of grooming equipment, which still seems woefully inadequate for dealing with Fnerf fur. Flewf is struggling with a brush that's caught in her tail when she notices Alptraum's arrival. "Oh, I didn't.. hear you," she apologizes, and just leaves the brush stuck for now.

"Hey. Are you ... doing okay?" Alptraum asks, sounding a bit subdued. "I've been thinking about what I put you through and it was probably too much." The bat then goes over to help extract the brush from the tail.

It takes a few good yanks. "Oh, it was all very exciting and.. uh.. surprising," Flewf admits with a wince. "And I can honestly say that I've had sex now!"

"Really? Who did you, uh, get with?" Alptraum has to ask. "I realized later that it was rather wrong of me to put you in that situation and push and tease you like I did. I'm so used to ... weird that I sometimes forget how bizarre my life is when I expose others to it. I'm sorry."

"I don't know the man's name, actually," Flewf admits. "It was that Vartan that was in Shredda's room when I got there."

"Oh, yes, Shredda's supplier," Alptraum says and nods. "Did you, well, enjoy it?"

"I think so, especially near the end," Flewf says. "I know he enjoyed it. As a Mage, I probably couldn't seduce a Vartan woman though, but maybe a Fnerf girl.."

"So ... you're okay with everything and well, being how you are?" Alptraum asks next as he runs his hands through his hair.

"Well, yes.. err.. wait, do you mean this is permanent?" Flewf asks. "I'll need to have all new robes made!"

"Well, it can be made permanent, but no, it's not permanent," Alptraum says and holds up his hand. "I really just feel like I crossed a line here and pushed you into things I probably shouldn't have. I can change you back now if you want, or you can wait it out and return to normal over time."

"Return to normal over time?" Flewf asks, and looks at her hindquarters. "Which.. limbs will get.. sucked in? Maybe I should just be turned back all at once," she admits. "I suppose you don't need me for detecting which chest as the fake coins in it then?"

"They want to buy your detector, actually, so they can identify the chest in secret," Alptraum explains. "As for shifting back, you can talk to the spirit mage here on how that goes. I believe it will be your butt that gets sucked back in."

"I'm not sure I'd like that," Flewf claims, and then turns and starts rummaging through a chest. "I thought I left it on top.." she mutters, before pulling up the little tuning-fork looking device. The detector crystal is held between the two tines. "Here it is," the Fnerf notes. "Mind you, the crystal is the only important part. I think it cost.. 20 shekels? I don't remember, to be honest. It was in a box full of other junk."

"Well, bill them for whatever you feel is fair and for what I put you through," Alptraum offers. "And oh, hm, do you prefer being female or male?"

"Err.. hmm," the Mage thinks and cups herself, brows furrowed. "While this is fun, female Gallees are somewhat ornery, especially the Mages. They'd get mad at me if I was too nice. So.. I suppose back to the way I was," Flewf sighs.

"You don't have to, you know. You can stay like that if you really want to. I can arrange it," Alptraum offers. "I've pushed enough on you, I want to do only what you really want this time."

"I think I've learned enough as Flewf to hopefully turn my life around a little towards the better," the Fnerf says. "And if I change my mind later.. uh.. well, you visit the Tower fairly often don't you?"

"It's fairly erratic," Alptraum admits, then gestures to the floor. "You'd best sit down. And oh, a small warning. Mr. Happy may not be responsive for a bit. It takes a while for the mind to figure out your gender again," he admits.

"Well, not like he and I were on talking terms.." the Mage notes wryly. "And now I've met Mage Rostre, so we can chat and.. play with her boobs."

"You're going to end up her boyfriend," Alptraum warns then places his hand upon her forehead. "Now, I need you to close your eyes and relax as much as possible."

This seems easy, except for the Fnerf's massive tail, which continues to flap and fail about for some time even though the rest of her seems calm. But Mages are good at going into trances, and eventually the tail's mind calms down too.

"Right, now, calm and think about girls with big boobs," Alptraum suggests. Why? Who knows? He exhales and allows the shadow-magic to flow out and ooze down the fnerf, covering her in inky darkness. Then it's a matter of relaxing that stretched 'rubber band', so to speak and slowly let the body ease back to the shape it wants to be in; the one it knows the best.

This also returns a significant amount of energy to Alptraum, leaving him slightly buzzed - Flewf was a lot more massive than somewhat-scrawny Albiarro. Luckily it doesn't all come as a rush, since it takes time to manage such an extreme transformation. When it's finally done and the shadow is reabsorbed, the Gallee that's left is a bit wobbly on his knees.

"Wug," Alptraum mutters as he wobbles and staggers backward, and is soon holding his head. "I think I'm going to sit down for a bit," he says, then he does. On the floor. Then he flops backwards into a lump and lays there.

"Are you alright?" Albiarro asks, before realizing he's naked and stagger-walking to his wardrobe. Probably not quite used to having two legs again yet. "I feel drunk, and I've never been drunk. Not properly drunk. That's too expensive.." he notes.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. How do you feel after being part of a major ritual?" Alptraum asks, "Imagine that, in reverse."

"Oooo... yeah, that leaves you pretty much tingly everywhere that isn't pleasantly numb," Albiarro notes, after getting into a robe. "I knew an Air Mage that though it was just hilarious to zap people with tiny lightning-bolts. At least this doesn't leave your fur all poofed out, eh?"

"No, just really hard to focus and stand for a bit. I basically had to absorb all your excess mass as energy back into me. It was ... a lot," Alptraum points out. "I'll ... be better in a bit. Whoo. Or get better faster by shifting myself to something larger just to use it up."

"No more Vartans, please," Albiarro requests. "I don't know how I'd react. I'm sure Rostre wouldn't mind a big Naga though."

"I unfortunately have other things I have to do as me tonight, or I would," Alptraum concedes. "May I have the detector, though? Is that okay?"

"Oh, right.. I don't think I sat on it.. ah.." the Poodle says as he searches, and finally finds the detector exactly where Flewf left it. Maybe people that misplace things often are the ones that go into Light magic most often? "Here you go. It just needs to be close, and kept in shadow to see the light. No need to wave it over the chest or anything like that."

Alptraum carefully takes the device and slips it into a side-pouch, all while still laying on the floor awkwardly. "I'll let them know; thank you. Also, I do really appreciate all your help," he says. "And tolerating me and my ridiculous pushing to do weird stuff."

"Well.. it was an adventure!" Albiarro says, sounding.. romantic? "Believe it or not, but very few mages get to have those! Well, ones that last more than a minute and don't end in someone looking over the corpse and wondering what went wrong. It's.. kind of frowned on nowadays for mages to be adventurous, I think."

"What's that make me? I'm almost a mage, just not a formal one," Alptraum points out, then finally forces himself to sit up in spite of feeling light-headed. "And I really should quit taking up your time."

"Oh, I don't think you count, being a demigod," the Gallee notes. "Pretty sure you fall under the Religious Practitioner clause, like the Yodh. So.. thank you for the adventure!"

"Might not be the last one. I sometimes need mage help, and to foster better relations," Alptraum says as he forces himself back to his feet and dusts himself off. "So, until next time, in which you learn to make passionate love to a tentacled horror from unspeakable words, I bid you goodbye."

The Barsunala is becoming a somewhat familiar sight at Paradise, but the non-regulars always whisper and have to ask their friends if it's really him. Salas is still at the meeting room, waiting to accept the detector.

Alptraum knocks on the door, then enters. "Easy enough, detector obtained," he says as he fishes out the odd tuning-fork device. "You just need to have this nearish to the chest, and in low light, and if it has the fake coins, the crystal will glow slightly. That's it."

Salas takes it, and makes it vanish via sleight of hand (although it helps when half of that hand is wing). "I can make my own shadow, luckily," he notes with a grin. "Lilitu is room 17," he then says. "Good luck."

"She's young and full of energy and probably other things," Salas says. "Including inexperience, so may overreact."

"She's also full of pouting potential," Salas warns. "Who knows how worked up she is by now, either making herself excited or fearful. So if you don't want to hurt her pride.. at least give it a try!"

"I could really mess with her and make her look pregnant afterward, and far along," Alptraum jokes.

"It's just a matter of inducing a little water retention for a bit in specific areas," Alptraum chuckles. "So, I might. We'll see. Until the dangers of a teenager with raging hormones, I suppose!"

"I'll be off then as well," Salas says. "To another part of the club, anyway. Have fun!" he bids as he heads for the door.

"Oh yeah ... this will be different I'm sure," Alptraum mutters to himself as he heads out of the meeting room, and winds his way up to room seventeen.

Alptraum opens the door, then closes it behind himself. "Welcome to your doom," he intones in a gravelly voice.

The room is dimly lit, and Lilitu is hanging from a perch in the corner, with just her reflective eyes poking out from behind her wings. "I'm already naked!" she squeaks, as if implying that Alptraum should strip for her.

"Are you, now?" Alptraum has to ask, brow arched at the hanging bat. He chuckles softly and lifts his arm and draws it out straight to the side. And he strips. Not by using his hands, but by creating shadow-tentacles and using those to untie his clothes and pull them off. It requires a lot of concentration, so it's slow-going. Well, at least it's a show?

The hanging pair of eyes are very wide. "Darn.. I got undressed too soon!" Lilitu complains. "Let me put my clothes back on so you can do that to me too!" she requests.

"Oh no, that ship has flown, child," Alptraum chuckles softly, "And I hope you're prepared." The last bit is soon explained when he sticks his thumb in his mouth and blows, comically puffing his cheeks out while doing so. What he's really doing is using some excess energy do quadruple the size of things ... down below. Well, until he starts blowing and he lets things revert to normal.

"Is that something all Babelite Eeee can do?" Lilitu asks in alarm. She's still wrapped up in her wings.. even though Alptraum's already seen her naked before. "So.. should I come down?" she asks.

"No, just me," Alptraum notes and chuckles. "And it depends, would you prefer to ... do it upside down?"

"I'm not sure I do anything normally," Alptraum points out. "And this is about what you want."

"I don't want to be normal!" the girl squeaks. "So.. not upside-down," she decides, and opens her wings to reveal why: her new breasts look a bit silly with gravity pulling on them the wrong way. "Can you carry me though?" she asks. Alptraum probably knows what she means - he's seen the covers of those lurid vampire romance novels that Dr. Pike had.

"You're not heavy," Alptraum answers, "So, yes, I can." He also has to chuckle softly. "I should also warn you that I could get you pregnant..."

"But I'm not in the right point of my cycle," Lilitu claims. "Or is it a demigod thing?"

"More the latter. Still want to risk it?" Alptraum teases as he approaches, then reaches out with both hands to tweak her nipples.

She squeals and nearly loses her grip on the perch. "Sure!" she says when she calms down. "How could I miss this chance?"

"So ... then hop down," Alptraum asks and steps back. "And be prepared to waddle tomorrow..."

The bat-girl drops and flips over to land on her feet, knees bending as she does so. And since she's down there, she tries to grab Alpraum's 'little death' between her breasts as she squeezes them from the sides.

Alptraum goes up on his toes! "What are you doing?" he asks in semi-surprise. "I think you've been with a few vartans already," he teases.

"I just wanted to see if I could feel your pulse," the girl claims as she bounces (literally) to her feet. "You can carry me off and ravish me now!"

Alptraum pushes Lilitu back and up against the wall, then lifts her up. He doesn't ravish her, but since she seems to want a 'novel' experience, he does dip his head in quickly and bites down into her shoulder and neck to draw blood! And as he nurses on that new wound, he starts to ooze tendrils of shadow back into her through the wound to feel like serpents wriggling within her body.

While most who experience this gasp silently.. Lilitu is very vocal. She squeals, squeaks, shrieks and demonstrates a vocabulary fit for a sailor as the tendrils progress. She clearly enjoys it.

And this continues for a bit before Alptraum lifts her up. As she comes back down; something slides deeply into her. It's Eeee-shaped to be sure, save for the bumps in it on the top, bottom, and the sides ... along with the ring that goes right through the tip. It likely feels rather, ah, unique. So, soon that is moving within her while those tendrils continue to progress, to the point she can actually see her skin writhe as they move just underneath it. She wanted something different, so she's going to get it.

Being fondled from the inside is definitely different, as is the other activity. And the babbling girl is suggesting things in that squeaky voice that might make a grizzled sailor's ears catch fire. Lilitu is no delicate flower, apparently.

When the neck-nursing stops, the chest-nursing begins, and it's strong, almost painful, and it gets things flowing rather quickly. The 'worms' within her never stop, either, and at points some seem to encircle her nipples from the inside to tickle and torment. Then they start doing that down below, making her sex feel squirmy, and like something is directly doing indecent things to her orb.

"Yes! That! Again! Faster!" she seems to bark out at random, and grabs onto Alptraum's shoulders with her feet - since Saskanars don't really have hands that can grip tightly.

And Alptraum actually keeps it up, making it all a quite surreal experience! He even makes his own bumpy flesh squirm like it's full of tiny snakes, too. He also starts to make himself, well ... bigger, down there to push her limits a little.

"Aahhh!" Lilitu shouts (and luckily these rooms are sound-proofed) as she squeezes harder with her feet, the big claws digging in a bit. "Deeper!" she cries out. Maybe that means she's reached her girth limit at least.

Okay, so longer it is as he pushes deeper still. Okay, yes, she must spend some time with Vartans, it seems! Soon enough things are rubbing up against her inner gate to her womb. Of course while all this is going on, he's trying to use the shadow in a slow, subtle, way to get her womb to slowly fill with excess water so that she looks showingly pregnant. So, when it all ends and she becomes more aware of everything, she'll be in for a shock.

She provides plenty of distraction to Alptraum's concentration too, from flapping her wings against him to moving her feet lower down, until she grabbing onto his hips and rear, and clutching hard enough to draw blood as she kneads with her feet. "Ah, yes yes yes! All the way in! All the way to my ears!"

"This girl is nuts!" Alptraum thinks. Maybe he should have just gone home tonight instead, good grief. But, onward he goes, stopping any size changes when it might actually get life-threatening! So, instead one of those shadow-snakes infiltrates her backside, stretching that wide too, and slithering up, and up, and up, as it traces through her intestines.

"AHAHAHAHA!" the girl gasps, making Alptraum worry that she might black out from lack of oxygen. But at least the demands for more of whatever Alptraum was doing have stopped, so maybe she has reached a limit of sort. Or has just run out of breath. Boy does she squirm though!

And Alptraum somehow keeps this up for about an hour before he can't hold back and his release comes! This causes him to shudder and thrust hard a few more times, then still and take deep, gulping, breaths as he relaxes slowly and draws the shadow slowly back out of her. She's got a nice rounded out lower tummy now. Not enough to debilitate, but it is visible.

Once Lilitu has calmed down enough to breath normally, she says, "Uuuuugh.. I feel full."

The Shadow is fully extracted and he eases his own side back down before pulling out and letting Lilitu down slowly. "Well, you did want something not normal," he notes, then pats her nicely swollen belly.

"Well, I did suggest giving you quadruplets of something. Children will work," Alptraum claims with a straight face.

"Wait.. what?" she asks in shock, and clutches at her belly. "I've got demigodlets in there?" she asks.

"Or eggs. I'm not sure what I left..." Alptraum claims and rubs his chin. "Or I could be messing with you."

"Well.. if not then.. welcome to the family?" she suggests. "You'll probably like my parents."

Alptraum chuckles. "I'm messing with you," he says. "You freaked out less than I thought. That'll go down in a day or so."

"A day or two!" the girl squeaks in alarm. "Everyone will see me!" she frets. "I'll be too embarrassed to flash my boobs during the money chest transfer!"

"Well, I could reduce it before that, but aren't you proud to have been with me and want to show off?" Alptraum teases and taps her nose-leaf.

"Well.. yes.. but we ship out tomorrow night," Lilitu notes. "I guess it'll be alright though, if it goes back down.."

Alptraum snickers softly. "And alas, I should probably get going. So, was it worth it? Odd enough for you to forever remember? Ruined on other Eeee now?" he teases as she slowly gets up.

"You are a true sailor. I learned new swearwords tonight," Alptraum claims with a smirk. "You were much more fun than I was expecting. It was ... nice. Someone who enjoys weird isn't so common, you know. Maybe we'll meet again sometime," he says as he dresses, then soon heads to the door. "And next time, that might be ... real," he adds and gestures towards the Eeee's pudgy belly. Then, he's gone.