Reed was getting tired of the back and forth of the elevator ride from the Casino Floor down to the Iron Works, it felt like descending from a fever dream into a grave.
Above them, the music was thumping, the gold was flowing, and Maira was surgically extracting wealth from intoxicated nobles. Below, the air grew heavy, hot, and thick with the cloying scent of aggressive biology.
Seraphine was apparently doing great taking down noblemen in the area… she was getting a little annoyed of them not exactly putting up a fight and more letting her constrict them to passionate slumber, but it helped keep the shadow rot down and apparently was making good money.
Reed hadn't checked on the spa, but from Maira's report, Terra, the massage therapist, had been a really big hit. Adventures from the classic dungeon would come down and get the skull crushing massage of their life after being constantly spanked, burned, and humiliated from the traps.
