'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 19: Clean and efficient

At the guild hall, Elaria was at her desk, scribbling on a ledger, her hair tied back in a loose braid.

She looked up as Virael entered, her usual spark dulled by the monotony of paperwork.

"Back already?" she said, setting her quill down.

Virael stood before her, hands clasped behind her back, her expression as neutral as ever.

"The Slime Den," she began, voice steady.

"It's sanitary. The slime consumes waste—human fluids, anything organic—to nourish itself. No residue, no contamination."

Elaria nodded, her lips curving slightly.

"Good work, Virael. Clean and efficient, just like you."

Virael shifted, her tone remaining flat.

"If I had to rate it, I'd give it four out of ten."

Elaria's brow lifted, curiosity flickering.

"Only four?"

Virael exhaled softly, her gaze drifting to the window.

"The management's terrible. The goblin receptionist—rude, disinterested. The cave's a mess, no signage, no care for comfort. And the slime... it's unpredictable, acts on its own whims. Has mood swings. Could be dangerous if they don't control it better."

She paused, considering.

"But the slime itself has potential. Refine the setup, train the staff, make it a proper facility—it could be a nine. Easily."

Elaria leaned back, scribbling notes on a fresh sheet.

"Noted," she said, her tone approving.

"I'll pass that along."

Virael straightened, her voice firm.

"I need a holiday. I'm tired."

Elaria didn't hesitate, waving a hand as she reached for a stamp.

"You've earned it. Take a day off—rest up."

She pressed the stamp to a form, the ink leaving a neat guild seal, and slid it toward Virael.

"Done."

Virael nodded, the faintest tension easing from her shoulders, and turned to leave, her cloak swishing softly.

She'd barely reached the hall's arched doorway when a familiar figure barreled toward her—Liora, her cat ears perked, her fluffy tail bouncing with every step.

"Virael!" she chirped, skidding to a stop, her cream sweater slightly askew.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Are we going to the Velvet Abyss today?"

Virael's expression didn't shift, her voice calm but final.

"No. I'm taking a holiday."

Liora's face fell, her ears drooping as she puffed out her cheeks in a pout.

"But tomorrow, right? We're going tomorrow, no matter what!"

Virael sighed, adjusting her glasses.

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"Fine," she said simply, brushing past her.

Liora's pout lingered, but a spark of hope flickered in her gaze as she watched Virael go.

Virael had taken only a few steps outside when a voice called out again—"Virael!"

She turned, mildly surprised to see Liora jogging after her, clutching a small, cloth-wrapped bundle.

She thrust it forward, her cheeks flushed with earnestness.

"For you," she said, unwrapping it to reveal a half-dozen cupcakes, their frosting swirled in pastel pinks and blues, dusted with tiny sugar crystals that caught the light.

"You're tired, so... eat these, okay? Rest lots, take care, and get strong again!"

Her tail swished, her smile bright as she pressed the bundle into Virael's hands.

Virael blinked, caught off guard, then offered a rare, small smile—barely a curve of her lips, but genuine.

"Thanks, Liora," she said softly.

Liora beamed, gave a little wave, and scampered back to the guild, her tail bobbing as she disappeared through the doors.

Virael looked down at the cupcakes, their sweetness wafting up—a mix of vanilla and something fruity, maybe berries.

She peeled back the paper on one and took a bite.

It was soft, fluffy, the frosting melting on her tongue with a burst of flavor that made her hum faintly.

Yummy, she thought, the word foreign but fitting.

She started walking, the city's bustle fading around her as she savored another, then another.

By the time she reached her small, tidy home—its stone walls warmed by the midday sun—she'd eaten all six, the empty cloth folded neatly in her hand.

Inside, she shed her cloak and boots, setting her glasses on a wooden table beside a single potted plant—a stubborn fern that somehow thrived under her care.

The house was quiet, sunlight filtering through linen curtains, and Virael felt the weight of her fatigue settle fully.

She sank onto her bed, the mattress creaking softly, and let her eyes drift shut.

Sleep came easily, pulling her into a deep, unbroken rest that stretched through the day and into the night, her body and mind finally still.