Without thinking, Erin stood up and went to the door. She opened it as if she were at her home.

“Hi, can I help you?”

A giant insect stood in the doorway. It raised one chitin hand in greetings and opened its mandibles as its antennae waved in Erin’s face.

“Greetings. May we come in?”

Erin stared at the ant-creature, lost for words.

Then, she shut the door. Bolted it. Where did she put the magic cattle prod?

“You idiot. I told you this is why I should have opened the door.”

“Move over. Let me show you how it’s done.”

Someone knocked on the door again. Erin froze, and then went back. Very slowly, she opened the door.

A giant lizard—no, a miniature Dragon that looked sort of like a Human stared down at Erin. He had to be at least six-and-a-half feet tall.

“Hello, Miss. Sorry if we—”

Erin shut the door and bolted it again. Then she realized her mistake. How would her fine establishment be viewed if she expressed racism? Or was it speciesism?

Regardless, it was self-pep talk time. “Come on Erin, The Wandering-Hand Brothel has its first paying customers. You can do this!”

The brothel keeper opened the door and hit the two fine, male specimens with her Skill. [Flirtatious Invitation]. “Come on in, hot stuff,” she said, smiling and winking fiercely.

Relc and Klbch stared in shock.

About ten seconds later, Relc nudged Klb. “Klb, buddy, you got this.”

“Relc, did you not just insist that you were the better-looking one? This mission calls for your…unique skills.”

Relc looked back at Klb. “What?! Klb, the whole Watch knows that you’re the sweet talker, not me.”