The van pulled to a stop outside one of the shower trailers. “It’s been cleared out for the next hour, so you’ll have the place to yourself,” the driver said.
Which was strange…
Why would they do that? Espers weren’t overly concerned about seeing others naked or covered in blood.
Maybe they were trying to butter us up, to show that they would take good care of us if only we did what they wanted?
And they think some private showers are gonna mean shit?
Still, no reason to throw out the effort they’d made. “Thanks,” I said as I slid out of the van, the others following me.
The shower was nearly worth giving in to their demands, damn it. The water was hot, and the trailer was nicer than the ones usually hauled up to a dungeon with just a row of shower heads.
Instead, it had individual stalls, and the water came out so hot that my skin turned red from it—just right for getting monster gore out of every last crevice. The best part, though?
There, at the end of the trailer, was a huge hot tub, raised up on the sides and easily able to fit eight or nine people. Steam escaped the top like fog.
“We’ve got time,” Kenyon said. “I mean, how often do we get to do this? Plus, hot water like this is good for muscle recovery.”
Even as he spoke, Ingram was already almost cannon balling into the thing, the flash of ink and piercings making it easy to tell who it was.
Shear sighed, but followed suit.
Within a few minutes, we were all seated in the water, and yeah,thiswas heaven.
“We’re getting one of these back home,” Ingram said, his arms stretched out over the back of the hot tub.
“We deserve it,” Kenyon said. “And we could probably write it off on our taxes as a work expense.”
“If we get audited, I’m blaming you,” I said.
The conversation drifted off, the atmosphere amazingly relaxing. “You know, this isn’t that bad,” Ingram said.
“What? The hot tub?”
He turned his head to give me a half-hearted glare. “Well, obviously, but more than that. I mean, I can’t remember the last time I left a dungeon and still felt this good. Seems like it’d be nice to go back to our place and have Yun there. Maybe have herinthe hot tub waiting for us?” His smirk suggested his own mind went a lot farther down that path than he did out loud.
Which felt like a gift from our resident pervert.
The weird shit he came up with knew no bounds, and he had no idea how to stop. Sure, sometimes it was entertaining, but the last thing I needed was any further temptation when it came to Yun.
The door of the trailer opened, causing us all to turn our heads that direction. Maybe we were running out of time on our turn?
Except when the person walked in, I finally understood the game they were playing.
A woman stepped in, the gentle pull of guiding escaping her, telling me what she was—and a high rank, judging by the waythe corruption slipped from me. She wore a silk robe, and her hair was braided back to stay out of her face. The shoulder of her robe slipped down, exposing nothing but skin, suggesting she was naked beneath.
It seemed the Guild was willing to play dirty…
Chapter Fourteen
Ingram
My cock always perked up without much work, and it seemed this girl was more than willing to do some work of her own. It meant I was hard fast enough to make me dizzy, though the hot water probably aided the light-headedness.
“You might be in the wrong room,” Kenyon said, voice thick. Then again, that idiot wouldn’t see a trap coming even if it were labeled in all caps.
“You are espers Carter, Kenyon, Ingram and Shear, right? Then I’m not in the wrong room.” She came forward, each step so delicate she appeared to float rather than walk. It was like her fucking feet didn’t even touch the floor.
