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Good. Quite good, honestly. The simplistic joys of eight hour shifts, cashing a note, restocking of essential leaves and after contributions to the system, a long night of elixirs and repeating orgasmic, expressive memories.
There is nothing else, essentially. The cock is satisfied, the mind is altered. Things are complete and time has been earned. One has the right to be comfortable.