Chapter 11

::We are your hosts for the rest of the night. We are to pleasure you in any manner you desire and are yours to command, O Great Ones.::

Clay glanced at Aron. The elf grinned. ::We’re going to get the full treatment. Let’s play it by ear. We can call a halt if things go too far. I have no idea if these fuzzy sirens are female or male, but they seem to be the shag version of courtesans. We might be surprised at the delights they can offer. Who knows? If I must, I think I can spell them to sleep and leave some dim memories of an orgy to which we were treated. I’d rather not, but I will if things get uncomfortable for either of us.::

Aron hoped his communication with Clay flowed at a different frequency than the mental speech of the Shags. If their hosts understood, things could get dicey. Maybe he should speak aloud.