Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

After listening to the blacksmith ramble on a bit about his moonlight steel sword, Devon thanked the old man for his wisdom and continued along his way. At the very least, he now knew that the sword was a relatively good one, if he ever needed to stick someone or something with the pointy end in his journey.

Meandering down the streets for just a bit longer, he decided that it was about time to go to the madame's apartment. The garment district was near the entrance to town, and he headed there with his hands in his pockets, kicking at the rocks and pebbles on the road absentmindedly.

He felt like he was dropped in one of those open world rpg games without any sense of direction, where after a few dozen hours of mining coal and foraging for food, the player just lost his sense of purpose and stopped playing.

At least for now, he could treat the madame's apartment as a waypoint on the minimap that he could mindlessly wander towards. If nothing else, it gave him some sense of purpose in this new world.

Passing through the slums to a nicer part of town, Devon counted the apartment numbers until he reached 33b, and then took the key from his pocket to unlock the door. He couldn't remember the last time he used a physical key shaped like this, with a large hoop and a square shaped head.

Unlocking Madame Elisa's apartment, Devon stepped into a quaint and perfumed living room that had markings of both opulence and depravity, from the glass chandelier to a butt plug tail lying on the otherwise immaculately tidy rug and room. Silverware and porcelain and other signs of wealth decorated the dining table.

"Madame Elisa?" Devon called out into the apartment. There was no answer.

He decided to familiarize himself with the apartment a bit more, closing the door behind him and circling the living room and dining room and perusing the large bookshelf next to a grand piano.

There was a strand of her long curly black hair on the piano cushion. Devon noticed that many of the human females in this world were somewhat east asian looking, although they were a mix of other races as well. The women here as a whole looked a little bit different than the girls from his previous world, so the comparison to east asian girls needed a bit of creative liberty to make sense. They didn't quite fit race standards from earth. However, black hair seemed to be very common here.

Devon wasn't complaining about the differences from earth, though. If anything, the human women in this new world were much more alluring. And after adding to the pot non-human women of different races including elves and sylphs, he had to admit that life here was pretty good.

After fully investigating the lower level of the apartment, Devon walked up a rickety staircase, to a master bedroom next to a smaller slave's quarters. Entering the master bedroom, he noticed that beside the king sized bed with red satin covers was a large plush cat bed.

A cat bed��� but the madame didn't seem to own any cats? Devon approached the cat bed and thought for a moment, as the realization finally hit him. This was a bed for the madame's servant Lillia, so that she could keep her master company in the master bedroom.

Rustle.

The sound of keys jingling in a door came from downstairs, and Devon headed back down.

"Oh, you're already here," the madame exclaimed in pleasant surprise, seeing Devon approach her. Her voluptuous body barely contained in her skin tight one piece dress jiggled as she extracted the key from the door and placed it back in her purse. "Lillia's staying at the office tonight to do some work, so we have the place all to ourselves, ohohoho~"

Devon smiled. "I was just upstairs visiting your bedroom–it looks really comfortable. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?"

The madame grinned coyly. "Of course, we will share the bedroom together." She took off her shoes and placed them at the door mat, and then winked at Devon as she headed to the stairs. "Well? Coming?"

Devon nodded and walked with her up the rickety staircase. He was already packing a boner looking at the woman's lasciviously mature body, with a fat juicy ass and thick thighs and hips, accompanied by a narrow but slightly chubby waist.

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