What followed became a blur in his recollection of events, as at one point he parted from Rick and most of the group. Sigurd followed the remaining gaggle, intent on keeping the party going, enticed by greater temptations.

He was able to secure a transporter and was whisked away, along with the rest of his fellows, to a new destination altogether. He felt a sense of disorientation as if the world around him had shifted and changed in an instant. And, in fact, it had.

The night was young, and it raged on, fueled by those men and their desires to keep splurging. They hopped to even more bars, transported to even farther counties, and the intensity of it all only served to worsen the haze washing over Sigurd.

At one point in the late night, unknowingly, he lost track of his comrades. The jingle of coins echoed through the air as he stumbled haplessly and happily, their metallic sound a symphony of temptation and possibility.

And that possibility reared its head when he found himself in front of the gaudiest building imaginable. At the heart of the town's nightlife stood The Crucible of Pleasure, the red light district's grandest brothel.

Standing in awe before the building, Joyce took it all in. Despite being an army brat her entire former life, and having lived mostly steeled by discipline and order, in her teen years she did rebel against her strict father.

It was during that time that she had lost her virginity, so she was no stranger to the vices of the flesh. However, it was certainly her first time entering a brothel. The excitement alone made her thoughts race.

She thought back to the early morning when she awoke in the castle, and of the wood that greeted her.

‘That's right, I have a big D now!' Joyce reveled, salivating, as blood rushed to her new body's groin. ‘Time to use this bad boy!’

Sigurd gulped, imagining all the new sensations that awaited him. The double doors opened as if by his presence alone, coaxing him in. The scent of fine liquors, incense, and rich perfumes wafted out of the building. It was like a concoction that dulled his senses and clouded his judgment.

Rushing inside, he noticed the music that played in the background throbbed in time with his heartbeat; it was a primal rhythm that stirred something wild and untamed within him. The dimly lit interior of the club was suffused with various strong scents, of sweat, and the aforementioned cocktail, and it hung heavy in the air.

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"Oh, Mr. Sigurd!" A middle-aged, voluptuous woman greeted him once he entered. "It's been a while since we’ve had you here!"

"Has it been a while..?" Sigurd slurred his words.

'Wait... Heck.. I remember seeing this dude doing the deed with some old woman, could this be her?' Joyce pondered.

She bore a striking resemblance to the woman in question but had smoother skin and finer features.

Noticing him staring intently at her, the woman cleared her throat, "How can I be of service on this fine evening?"

"Well, you see, I was just thinking of trying something new and different perhaps?"

"Oh my, you feeling adventurous after such a long absence?” She hid her mouth behind a hand-fan and let her alluring eyes speak. “You're welcome to check our catalog."

The woman slid Sigurd a thick leather-bound book. He was stunned to find a veritable variety of girls and of so many a different ethnicity, sizes, and even species.

Be it white, black, blue, gray, or tanned. Petite or voluptuous; dangerously young, or brought back from retirement. Human, dwarf, elf, catkin, dogkin, dragonkin, fiends, and even undead girls. The compendium seemed to offer anything anyone could ever desire.

He flipped through the pages hastily. "There's just... girls?" Sigurd mumbled, disappointed.

"Ho? So do you now dabble in the forbidden fruit?" She grinned. “I hadn't realized you swung that way.”

"What? No, I'm a woman and I like men. The younger and hunkier, the better!” Sigurd said, matter-of-factually.

The voluptuous woman raised an eyebrow in visible confusion, eyeing the drunk man from top to bottom. The smell of alcohol that emanated from his body pierced her senses.

"...Or is this maybe role play? So be it, I live to serve," she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

The madam snapped her fingers and a male butler appeared next to her. "Take Mrs. Sigurd to our special boys..."

Sigurd was taken down the hall next to the counter, to another room full of strapping young men.

As the madam heard the door close, she sat back on her stool and kept an eye on her wristwatch. Approximately ten minutes passed before she heard a scream, followed by the door down the hall slamming open.

Sigurd dashed out, tumbling along the floor as he struggled to keep his half-undone clothes on him.

"What the heck was that?! That was horrible!" Sigurd exclaimed once back at the front desk. The shock from the experience had half snapped him out of his drunken stupor. “There were so many men… that was beyond gay!"

The madam peered over the counter at the frightened, half-naked man; the creases at the edges of her lips betrayed a playful smile.

"Gay?” She asked coyly. “Didn't you say you were a woman, and that you liked young, hunky men?"

"I realized I'm not anymore," Sigurd grumbled. "My poor butt hole... that was worse than getting deflowered!"

"Oh my," the madam sneered, feigning shock, still puzzled by his remarks. “So..?”

She motioned at the leather-bound book that lay open on the counter.

Sigurd stood, grabbed the catalog, and said, "I'll have all these girls. Especially the undead one!" He pointed at several of the options at once, curiosity getting the better of him at the latter choice.

"Oh! Natalia is extraordinarily sought after, probably because she can literally take your breath away," the madam chuckled.

As the madam's helper fetched the girls Sigurd selected, she turned the page and landed on a specific one.

“And as for your… poor butt hole, might I recommend this one?” the madam pointed at one picture specifically. “She has a technique that will perk you right up!”

Soon enough, an orgy of colossal proportions would commence. And he was more than ready for it.

"It's a deal!" Sigurd exclaimed, slamming the large sack of golden coins on the counter. “And I'll also want some food and drinks too!"

"Oh my,” a twinkle shone in the madam's eyes. “It'll be my pleasure!”

“Show our esteemed guest to his room!" she asked another helper.