It was another day at the Bricks and cobbles, and nothing seemed to have changed. The crowd of customers were mostly in the underground sex dungeon, and with everything being automated by the use of automatons, the only thing left for Diane and her family to do was to keep the pretense that the inn was still a legitimate business.
Shamisha's help had gone a long way to hide their operations from the queen, although with the constant moaning and the vibrations coming from the automaton's artificial genitals, the demi-human sorceress rarely returned to the inn. But today, today was different. Not only had she come, but she'd arrived with a complaint–a personal one, that is.
