A week later, at the House of Aphrodite.
"Aunt Eliza, I want more."
Dorothy looked at Madame Nine-tailed Fox in front of her, panting heavily, her eyes burning with desire as she spoke.
She was like a ravenous wolf meeting a plump little rabbit, unable to stop the drool from flowing.
In response, Eliza took a fearful step back, her long tails protecting her chest, a defensive habit of a Nine-Tailed Fox in extreme fear.
"Dorothy, you're still young, Auntie knows young people at your age tend to be impulsive, but some things need moderation. Spare Auntie, she's not as quick as she used to be."
Madame Nine-tailed Fox's once alluring voice trembled slightly as she pleaded pitifully.
In response, the Homebody Witch frowned slightly, showing a bit of dissatisfaction, then turned her gaze to Succubus Madam, sprawled weakly on the sofa.
"Then Aunt Iris, you've been resting for a long time, let's start a new round soon."
