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Aether was a hero to Teyvat. His reputation as a righteous warrior who fought for the weak spread to every corner of the globe. Yes, he was a hero, but he was also a young man. He got hormones.

That evening, he'd hoped for a little time to rub one out. He hadn't gotten far when Tubby came knocking. He cursed, shoving his erection back into his pants.

"Aether, your women are fighting again."

"Hang on, I'm coming."

"Not yet you aren't," murmured Tubby. "That won't be necessary. I've proposed another test. Put on the blindfold and get naked."

"Excuse me?"

"Look, do you want the second Archon War to start in this house? Do what I say."

Another guessing game, he supposed. He put on the blindfold, although, he didn't know why Tubby wanted him naked.

He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the first kiss. Instead, someone pushed him onto his back, grabbed his cock, and put him inside.

After his initial shock subsided, he took stock of the woman riding him. If she pushed him onto his back, she was playful and assertive. This lady often took charge. And, she was warm, tender, and smelled of macarons.

"Hey, Navia," he said.

"Not bad, partner," she chuckled.

Navia crawled off him. The next person mounted his waist and rode him like she was at a rave. Her motions had a fiery sort of spirit.

"Xinyan."

"Darn right."

The next person lay her breasts flat against his chest and hugged him as close as possible. She guided his hands to wrap around her and kissed him open-mouthed as she made love. She craved warmth.

"Cryo Cincin Mage."

A tall, strong woman climbed onto the bed. She leaned down, kissing his cock, before taking it in her hands and guiding it into her. Her hands caressed his abs slowly as she rode him slowly. She was gentle and strong—a noble defender.

"Hello, Candace."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before dismounting him.

The next lady rolled him onto his stomach and made him get on hands and knees. Then, she inched her way between his arms and slipped him into her. This woman made him do all the work, bucking her with his hips. Not one to top. He knew right away by that lazy attitude.

"Xilonen," he chuckled.

She barely slipped out when another slipped into her place. She enthusiastically made love doggy style. Her twin tails wagged happily against him.

"Kirara."

He leaned back on his haunches so she could roll out. Aether put his legs over the bed and prepared to lie back down when someone grabbed his shoulders. The woman, elegant as ever, sat in his lap and looped her ankles around his waist. She kissed him every second they made love, chest to chest, with no space in between.

She kissed him like she wanted him forever. Her lips curled into a smile when he wrapped his arms around her waist. This was how she wanted sex, especially whenever they roleplayed husband and wife.

"My," he paused between kisses to catch his breath, "My wife is beautiful, Ayaka."

She gave him one final squeeze before crawling off him.

Someone crept towards him, fidgeting nervously. They stopped at the foot of the bed, legs trembling in apprehension. Doing this kind of thing in front of others made her all kinds of nervous. Instead, she knelt and gave him a blowjob.

She went slowly, timidly. Afraid. He gently grabbed her hair and ran his fingers through her poofy hair. His touch seemed to comfort her, for she began making slurping sounds like Yae Miko taught her.

"C-Collei, that's really good~"

"Thanks," she murmured, "Sorry I didn't go all the way."

"It's fine. I like everything you do."

The next person touched him first with her tongue. She licked up his shaft and testicles, across his chest, and up to his mouth. She imbibed him, savoring the flavor.

"Please don't eat my penis, Xiangling."

"No promises," she chuckled.

A hand grabbed his cock and slowly pumped up and down. There was this careful distance about her, like she wasn't used to letting down her guard normally. He rested his finger beneath her chin and guided her cold lips up to his. As they kissed, her defenses melted. She pressed the full weight of her chest against his and dug her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Rosaria," he whispered tenderly.

"Thank you," she replied.

Someone shoved his penis into a cock-sleeve. Then, they pressed a button and the device began pumping him all on its own.

"Madame Faruzan."

"Oh? How could you tell it was my handiwork?"

He smirked, "You taught me all about mechanics, remember? I know what Sumeru pieces feel like."

Faruzan removed the device, kissed his cheek, and made way for the next person. This person wasted no time kneeling and enfolding his cock in between her breasts. She gave a tit job with her impressive breasts, massaging every inch of him. Aether noticed that she wasn't wearing any sort of perfume.

"Emilie."

Someone crawled onto the bed and got behind him. She reached around his waist and gave him a hand job from behind. Like Rosaria, she kept a certain distance from him, like she always did on the stage.

"Yun Jin, kiss me."

Needing no further introduction, she leaned over and pressed her mouth against his. With each kiss, she lowered her guard. Feeling more comfortable, her tongue slipped in and out with uninhibited enthusiasm.

When her kisses stopped, someone else took her place. This person—a bit small in frame—laid a trail of kisses across his chest. Her hands caressed him like she always did when healing his wounds.

"Barbara."

With a giggle, the popstar pecked his cheek and skipped away.

Someone grabbed his arms and made them extend out. Then, she rested into his arms so he held her like a princess while riding his penis. Her arms slung around his neck as she peppered his lips with kisses—not playful, horny kisses, but tender, grateful kisses.

As they paused, Aether rested his forehead against hers.

"Thank you, Katarina, for sharing your life with me."

"Thank you for showing me my life matters," she whispered back.

The next person approached him with shaky legs. He could hear her heart racing as she crawled onto the bed. The person took a deep, calming breath before sitting in his lap. Then, she began a rhythmic bucking. She did sex like a science, going through all the steps to maximize their mutual pleasure.

"That feels really good, Sucrose," he whispered.

Her cheeks exploded red. But judging by the way she squirmed, she was rather pleased. The alchemist moved aside and the next woman approached him.

Suddenly, Aether was overwhelmed by a sense of raw power. A being of limitless energy took him into her, wrapping her powerful arms around him so they lay chest to chest. Her powerful thighs encircled him. He met her need with his own, grabbing her back and bringing her even closer. Soon, they were so close he could feel her heartbeat racing against his own.

For a second, neither one moved. They lay, their foreheads touching, savoring the moment of tranquility. For her, he knew, the sensation of his heartbeat against hers was reassuring. It reminded her that she had not yet lost everything in her life.

Her kiss took his breath away. Full of power, yearning, and affection, those lips confessed everything to him—her loneliness, her grief, but above all else, her love. She kissed with all the love she could give him and then more still.

The climax came too soon for them both. They rested together, riding out the high of their orgasm together. Happy tears filled her eyes, mingling with her kisses.

"Remember what I promised you, Ei," he whispered.

"I know," she replied. "What we have will never end."

The Electro Archon held him a moment more before, at last, surrendering him to the next woman.

This eager woman raced to the bedside and pushed him onto his back. Then, she grabbed his ankles, forced his waist into the air, and bucked her hips Amazon style. She drooled unashamedly, bucking him like an animal in heat. She didn't stop until both he and she orgasmed. Then, she collapsed onto the bed in a breathless, happy mess.

"Mirror Maiden," he said between gasps.

She rolled away for the next woman, who marched up to him with a dramatic flair. She mounted him with much ceremony and beckoned him to hold her waist.

"Prithee, doth this act please thee, Sovereign of Immernachtreich?"

"It doth, indeed," she replied. "Ah, I can feel mine soul ascend to the pinnacle of jubilation!"

Fischl hopped off him.

The bed creaked as a strong woman crawled over to him. Pressing his hands over his head with one hand, she lowered herself onto him for an open-mouthed kiss. She pressed herself into him, grinding her abs against his, as she rode him. She held him tightly, as she always did in those cold desert nights when they cuddled for warmth.

"Dehya," he said.

"Yup," she confirmed.

Dehya gave him one final kiss before rolling aside. A foot came down on his cock, hard enough to make him wince without causing any real pain. The foot ground against his shaft with an elegant if domineering touch.

"Yelan," he whimpered.

She pressed down harder, making him orgasm. Then, she leaned down, and lapped the cum off his stomach. Yelan departed soundlessly, after giving him a kiss with those cum-coated lips.

A hand dabbed a washcloth across his belly and mouth, quickly cleaning him up. Then, the owner of said hand climbed on top of him and slipped him inside her. Her body was one gigantic muscle honed from ceaseless training tempered by gentleness.

"Noelle," he said.

The maid dismounted him. He felt the next woman's self-confidence permeating from her as she crossed over to the bed. She deftly put him inside her and practically wore him like a fine dress.

"Chiori."

His shaft was slipped into another cock sleeve device which began jerking him off. Unlike Faruzan's though, this device had pieces exclusive to Liyue.

"Xianyun."

A woman, graceful as a lotus floating in a stream, mounted his waist. She bobbed, every movement precise and laden with significance. Her slender hips swayed up and down, as her lithe fingers traced the breadth of his stomach. She leaned down, laying a trail of ephemeral butterfly kisses along his neck and tender kisses across his lips.

Every motion transformed their lovemaking into an experience forever emblazoned upon his soul.

"Nilou," he said as they kissed open-mouthed.

The next person took him inside with a lightness in her step; not an ephemeral, elegant dancer lightness, but a fleet-footed nimble swiftness that soured upon the skies.

"Chasca."

As Chasca left, another woman took her place. This one spent some time admiring his features before putting him in. Her lovemaking went slowly. She took her time, savoring him like she might a glass of fine wine or a box of jewels. Of course, he knew she thought he was more priceless than any treasure.

"Am I still the best investment you've ever made? Lady Ningguang?"

"Always," she said between gasps. "Oh, always."

Ningguang's slow style abruptly vanished as a woman shoved her butt on his face and sucked him off. Her body—athletic as hell—pressed against him as it always did when they quested in Dragonspire. They competed orally to see who would make the other orgasm first. He broke, shooting a stream into her mouth.

"I guess that makes the score twenty-three to eight," he said. "Right, Amber?"

"Check again. The score's twenty-three to ten, dude."

Amber rolled off him. The next person to take her place grabbed his shoulders. Her face squinched up in her prideful way that said, "I suppose I could be convinced to pleasure you. Count yourself lucky I'm even doing this," Of course, she wasn't fooling anyone. Even Aether could feel her wet sex dripping with anticipation. She craved him.

When his cock slipped inside of her, she gave up all pretense. Her jaw went slack, tongue lolling about as she let out mad pants. This exertion was a little more than she liked. Aether helped her along, bucking up into her.

"You're doing great, Citlali," he said.

"H-hey, don't patronize me," she shot back.

As soon as she climaxed, Citlali fell forward into him. He caught her and gently lowered her onto the bed. Citlali caught her breath. Mustering what dignity she had left (not much), she cleared her throat.

"I suppose that was acceptable."

A strong woman lay her body flat against his and kissed him open-mouthed. She held him tightly, like she would for warmth on a cold desert night. She held him with a profound loneliness—as if afraid of losing another tribe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Jeht," he whispered.

"I know. Thanks."

Jeht kissed him. Then, a gentle pair of adroit hands massaged his penis. Her scent—the smell of tea leaves of Chenyu Vale washed over him, bringing his mind back to their forest treks.

"Lan Yan."

A woman stood at the bedside, tail twitching as she summoned courage. The bed creaked under her muscular weight. That didn't help her self-confidence much.

She mounted him cowgirl style. Her wondrous butt made clapping sounds as it slapped upon his thighs. Aether could hear her boobs flopping with every slight movement. Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed her hips, beckoning her to go faster.

"I love your body, Varesa! Go for it!"

At first, she was paralyzed by embarrassment. But with each thrust, her self-confidence grew. Soon, she did all the work of riding him. They orgasmed together. Varesa slipped out and rested on top of him, panting happily. He kissed her lips and gave her another squeeze.

"Thank you," he said.

"I'm g-glad you liked it," she said.

A tongue slid up his shaft to the head. The owner of said tongue hummed her approval at the way he tasted. Normally, very little impressed her when it came to flavors. It seemed he was the exception.

"So? What's my score, Escoffier?" he asked.

"Hmm, ten out of ten. Would recommend."

A sultry giggle filled his ears. Magnificent breasts with perky nipples pressed down into his chest. Silky soft hands cupped his face. Her wondrous, smooth hips pressed into him. His shaft slipped inside her as their lips made contact. She orally dominated him with her tongue, while her hands dug through his hair and her insides embraced him.

That sweet and lewd style drove him mad.

"L-Lisa," he managed between kisses.

"Very good, cutie," she giggled.

Lisa brought him to the brink of an orgasm, and right at the edge, she stopped. She kissed his cheeks and made way for the next person.

This person pinned his arms over his head and handcuffed his wrists to the bed. She brought the full weight of her dancer's body on him, kissed his lips, and guided the head to her opening. She teased it, rubbing the tip against her damp folds. Then, she brought him inside inch by agonizing inch.

And she immediately orgasmed. She collapsed on top of him in a breathless mess.

"Well, you lasted a little bit longer this time, Eula."

She fumed indignantly. "Grr. I will have vengeance!"

"Of course, sweetie," he said indulgently.

Eula made her retreat. The next person kept his handcuffs on as she rode him. Her brief acting stint in the Furina Film Fest gave her a secret appreciation for occasional roleplay. Her lips tasted like snacks.

"Chevreuse."

The patrol officer unlocked his cuffs before leaving him.

His testicles were imbibed, and two fingers entered his butt. The woman palpitated his prostate while slathering his balls with her tongue. She gave the foreskin a teasing nibble while pumping the shaft with two fingers. Then, she hopped onto him and rode him.

It seemed like she wanted to overwhelm his senses. If it were anyone else, it might have come across as domineering. But with her, Aether knew better. This woman just wanted to watch him shiver.

"Hu Tao," he moaned as he shot a load into her.

A pair of powerful hands seized him and lifted him onto his feet. They made love standing missionary. Her kisses tasted salty like the ocean.

"Beidou," he managed to say.

As soon as Beidou left, someone else jumped into his arms, looping their legs around his waist. The newcomer made love to him as he held her up. Her body was warm, and her giggles exploded across his senses, lighting up his night sky. He held her, like he held her that night in Sumeru beneath the shooting stars.

"Yoimiya," he said. The fireworks maker leaned forward, throwing her arms around his shoulders for better purchase. Soon enough, she had her fun. Yoimiya kissed his lips and skipped off.

Another person jumped into his arms and kissed him. Hitching her legs over his shoulders, she got him to buck up into her. She preferred to ride the waves and take whatever came along the journey. Her skin, smooth from years in the hot springs, pressed against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a breathtaking kiss.

"Mualani," he gasped.

The next person took him by the hand and guided him to the bed. She guided him to lie on top of her in a missionary style. Gently, she guided him towards her and took him in. After those last four wild rides, taking a more leisurely pace to the lovemaking proved relaxing. This person recognized his needs and saw to them without fail.

The considerate approach, the warmth of her clear skin, and her dreamy way of moving in tandem with him… it could only be…

"Thanks, Mizuki. I needed this."

Once she finished, someone else came to the bed. She hesitated, covering her body from the other girls with her hands. By the way she trembled, it sounded like she might short-circuit.

Aether offered her his hand. She took it. He guided her onto her back. He entered her, relishing the sensation of her incredible body. She didn't know just how beautiful she was. Aether folded his hands into hers, came chest to chest with her, and kissed those Qingxin-flavored lips.

Gradually, she got comfortable, looping her legs around his hips, digging her nails through his golden hair, and sticking her tongue down his throat. In another five seconds, she was outright smiling against his lips.

"I love you, Ganyu," he whispered into her ear. "I love your hips, your breasts, your thighs, your lips, and your horns. Don't ever doubt it, okay?"

"I won't," she giggled. "I love you, too."

Another woman slipped into Ganyu's missionary position. She didn't make any movement to buck her hips. No, she preferred him to do all the work and conserve her energy.

"Hey, Lynette."

"Hello, exiting sex mode."

Lynette performed her vanishing act.

A sensuous hand caressed his thigh and cupped his buttocks. It gave him a spank—not enough to hurt, but enough to get him going. The hand went up, up to his chin and cupped it, bringing his lips into hers. She kissed him lightly at first. But with each kiss, her lips parted and more of her tongue slipped into his. Without realizing it, Aether was maneuvered onto his back with the woman on top of him.

A finger trailed up his balls, giving them both a flick. Then, it went slowly—agonizingly slowly—up his shaft to the head. She pinched it between her forefinger and thumb. She rubbed the tip against her moist folds—teasing him without actually putting him inside her. His begging whimpers only seemed to enthrall her all the more.

When tears finally poured down his face, she dropped onto him. Her walls clenched him so tightly that he cracked in an instant and orgasmed. She bucked through it, riding him out by mashing her hips against his.

She fondled his chest, bringing him up to a sitting position. Then, she kissed him open-mouthed. Once more, Aether was maneuvered into a new sex position. This time, he was on top of her, making love missionary style. His hips bucked like an animal in heat. She planted hickies across his shoulders, claiming him as her own.

His body and soul craved release.

As he climaxed, he howled the name of the vixen who so relentlessly teased him and enthralled his senses, "Yae Miko!"

"Good boy," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

Another woman got beneath him. She looped her ankles around his waist and ran her nails across his back. With each thrust, he could feel her energy levels replenishing.

"Feeling good, Kokomi?"

"Energy Levels are at 100."

Kokomi finished, and another woman took her place. Powerful thighs wrapped around his waist. She tenderly took his face in her hands and brought him down into her for a gentle kiss. Her perky nipples brushed against his chest. Her presence fell over him like a gentle summer breeze.

"Acting Grandmaster Jean," he said, resting his forehead upon hers. She squeezed his hands in hers as they made love. "Try not to work yourself too hard, okay?"

Then, someone pulled him to the edge of the bed. She sat in his lap, without hesitation or doubt as to whether she belonged there. With her usual assertiveness, she grabbed his cock and put it inside of her. They made love lotus style, their bodies pressed together, as they made out. That was how she liked it best—ensuring they maximized the other's pleasure like equals.

"You're so good, Keqing," he murmured.

"Less talking, more make-out sex."
He did as she requested, riding her until they both orgasmed. With a happy sigh, Keqing slipped out of his embrace, resumed her professional air, and departed.

The next person had this otherworldly air to her. He instantly recognized the shape of her lips and body on his.

"Aloy."

A pair of magnificent breasts engulfed his cock. The owner of said breasts gave him an exquisite boob job with her gigantic, pillows. Her technique was stoic, like the practiced swing of a blade. Yet, she also had a little playfulness to her as she rubbed her boobs all over the place. This playfulness, if he had to characterize it, was the kind of playful that enjoyed a good tabletop game.

"Clorinde," he said.

Someone else hovered by Clorinde, waiting for her turn. Once the duelist finished, the tall woman took a deep breath. She turned away from him and sat on his lap, taking his cock deep inside of her.

Aether wrapped his arms around her waist. She stiffened, still unused to this kind of open affection. His hands went up along her sides and cupped her breasts. He pinched her adorable nipples, rolling around the tips with his thumbs. She bit her lip, stifling her moan. It was a habit she had been trying to break ever since they started dating.

He gently rolled his hips, thrusting upwards into her. In that body, he sensed unrelenting flames, anguish, and above all else—fear. Being this intimate with another person still scared her. It went against everything she'd been trained to be.

He suckled a spot on her neck, prizing out a delightfully happy sigh. Her blackened hand trailed through his golden hair. With her other hand, she clasped his right hand atop her breast. Together, they worked themselves towards a tender orgasm.

He planted a kiss on her cheek as she rested on his lap.

"I love you, Arlecchino."

"I know," she said. "And I suppose that I… I lo—… feel the same."

"I know."

They kissed again.

The next person to sit on his lap had wonderful thighs. She kissed him, open-mouthed, while fondling his testicles. She knew all the right places. And he knew it was her—call it fate, but it couldn't be anyone but her.

"Mona."

Another woman hesitated before him. She got into his lap carefully, mindful of her great strength. Her powerful body pressed into his. Cold, bitter lips touched his. Each kiss increased her arousal, making her take him in deeper and deeper. Though she could not feel love, Aether felt her affection in every gesture.

Arms around his neck, she kissed him with all her strength. Her breasts ground against his chest. Their belly buttons exchanged chaste kisses. She wanted to be as close to him as possible at all times. She wanted him more than she wanted air.

And he wanted her.

He orgasmed, crying her name, "Oh, Shenhe!"

She held him in an embrace, resting her chin on his shoulder. The tall woman never wanted to release him. It was only with great effort that Shenhe parted from him.

The next person to embrace him was the total opposite. She hopped into his lap and dug right in. Her kisses were fearless and inquisitive, just like her never-ending search for the next big story.

"How are you enjoying your exclusive interview, Charlotte?"

"It needs a headline, b-but I think it could win a journalism award!"

The journalist made way for the next person.

This lady kissed him and then fell asleep in his arms. He woke her up. Together, they worked up to an orgasm.

"That was an A-plus effort, Layla," he said, kissing her forehead.

The next person to kiss him did so with a passion that eclipsed all words. Her kiss made him unconsciously lean back until he lay flat on the bed with her on top. Her lips, warm and powerful, danced against his. Aether caressed her powerful thighs, her abs, and fondled her boobs.

Beneath every kiss, thrust, and touch of her strong, calloused hands, there was a profound admiration. She valued him as a warrior, as a friend, as a partner, and as her Tumaini.

"I love you, Mavuika," he whispered.

Her crimson hair lit up golden as she blushed. Her body tensed, on the brink of an orgasm. Sensing an opportunity, he flipped her onto her back. As they made love missionary style, he clicked his tongue.

"A warrior should know better than to let her guard down."

He hiked one of her legs over his shoulder and went in even deeper. Mavuika let out a gleeful sigh as he penetrated her. They orgasmed joyously, lost in each other's warmth. As they rode down from the high, he groped the bed for her face. Mavuika took his hands and guided them to her cheeks. Then, he leaned down and kissed her.

Mavuika rolled back on top of him. They kissed a few more times when Yae Miko cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Do leave some for everyone else."
"Sorry," said Mavuika. "I got carried away there."

She left him on his back. He felt amazing. So many orgasms in a single hour. These girls knew how to get him going. And boy, could they kiss.

Who did he have left? He wasn't quite sure.

His question was partly answered when she lay down beside him. Her first kiss lasted a full five seconds. She wanted to feel him—really feel him—and lose herself in him. More than that, she wanted him to feel her gratitude for everything he did for her.

As they kissed, she took his cock in one hand and caressed it. She treated it lovingly with all her gratitude. She crawled onto his waist. With her usual dramatic flair, she brought him into her. They fit so perfectly together, like they were meant to be.

As they made love, all her false bravado and self-deprecation melted away. Her joy grew as he chased away her centuries of loneliness.

Aether got up into a sitting position, wrapped his hands around her waist, and kissed her. He knew she liked this position a lot: chest to chest, always kissing, always holding each other.

"I'll always be here for you, Furina," he whispered. "Now, sing for me."

Their lovemaking took on a playful element—their tongues danced together, Furina giggled and moaned happily, and Aether couldn't help but smile. His Furina had come a long way since they met. Now, she truly believed that she was no longer alone.

Aether and Furina let go.

Her chin rested on his shoulder as she savored the high. Fingers digging through his hair, she panted hot breaths into his ear. He stroked little circles across her back. Furina seemed completely at peace. She might have fallen asleep right there if not for the other ladies waiting. So, she kissed him one last time and made her exit.

The last two ladies exchanged glances. An unspoken agreement passed between them. Together, they walked over to the bed and pushed him down. One woman mounted his face, and the other his hips. The latter rode him happily, her legs pressed against his sides. They finished up and switched places. The new woman was a contradiction: she held herself with maturity but made love happily, enamored with the freedom.

They finished and fell on opposite sides of him. Aether ran his hands along their tummies. Once he caught his breath, he turned to the woman on his right—the contradiction of maturity and freedom.

"I know your belly anywhere, Shinobu."

He then faced the last woman.

"These thighs," he said, squeezing her glutes, "belong to the one woman who could convince Shinobu to do this. I know these thighs quite well. Yanfei."

"Correct," said the lawyer.

The gathered women let out a round of applause. Dehya and Beidou whooped enthusiastically, Mualani and Yoimiya jumped happily, and Yae Miko surrendered a quiet little chuckle. Everyone congratulated him in their own way.

Aether—ever the showman—got onto his knees and acknowledged his audience with a humble bow. As the applause subsided, he shot them a grin.

"So? Is the Archon War still on?"

"Um, about that," said Amber. "We… kind of lied. We weren't about to fight or anything. We just wanted to have some fun with you."

They couldn't see him roll his eyes behind the blind fold. Their antics amused him as always. Of course, they made him play this kind of game for their own amusement. Not that he'd ever complain.

"Thank you," he said. "For bringing so much joy into my life and always being there for me, thank you for loving me."

"It's our pleasure, cutie. We hope you had fun."

"I did. But I'd love some more," said Aether. "Hey, Tubby, are you still there? I need you to do something."

"Shall I close off the mansion for the rest of the week?"

"You read my mind," he replied.

The Adeptus floated away to place the Mansion Under Maintenance sign around the door. She drew the curtains shut, put on the noise dampeners, and told them to have fun. Then, she left them to their fun.