The moon has long since crested the hills, and the village of Knob's Hill lies in tranquil slumber, save for the glow still pouring from the windows of the chief's commandeered home.
Outside, the once-bustling street has finally emptied. The long line of clients has come and gone. The final booking has just ended.
A woman, a wolf-kin by the looks of her ears, perhaps half-something else by her broad grin, is carried away on a makeshift stretcher by two equally satisfied friends, limbs draped lazily over the sides, face frozen in dreamy bliss.
"I assume things went well?" Veena grins as they pass.
"Can't feel… my butt." She says weakly, rubbing at her backside, "Totally worth it." she manages, before sighing herself into unconsciousness.
Vuvi, half-asleep herself and nursing a cup of lukewarm tea, can only blink in response. "Another day done." she mutters.
