What do you want to do with me?" She leaned even closer, her breath warm against his neck and chest. Her fingers traced light circles on his arm, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm all yours," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Do as thou wilt."

Her eyes sparkled with challenge and desire, daring Graham to take what he wanted from her. The Watcher leaned even closer still, pressing herself against him, offering herself up for his pleasure.

A gasp of surprise escaped Goddess Lucy's lips as Graham grabbed her firm round ass and roughly shoved his hard, throbbing length into her tight, resistant hole. She arched her back, crying out in pain and pleasure as he filled her completely, stretching her to the limit.

"Fu-Graham!" she gasped out between pants, trying desperately not to come from the intense sensation of being so thoroughly dominated and used. "So rough..."

As Slim Jim downs the last of his ale, Black Jack leans in closer, lowering his voice so that only he can hear. "I've also heard some interesting things about you, Slim Jim," he says cryptically. "Things that make me think you might not be on Team Good Guy after all..."

His words hang in the air like a cloud of smoke; they seem to shift and change shape as they drift between them, obscuring the truth even further.

The silence stretches on for several long moments before Lady Luna clears her throat loudly, drawing everyone's attention back to her. "Well, now that we've all been properly introduced," she says brightly, "perhaps it's time for some stories and songs?" Several of the patrons groan at this, rolling their eyes or shaking their heads as they settle back into their seats with sighs of resignation.

"Come now, dear friends," Lady Luna continues, ignoring their protests, "surely there's someone among us who can regale our new friend Slim Jim with some tales from the old days?"