093 THE CONDITION OF THE COURTESAN- STRONG ERECT..ION.
Leo thought about a solution.
"Does the concoction of Jaguar require much experience?" Leo asked.
"The process is simple, but the fire must be controlled perfectly. The temperature must be constant, and it requires enormous magic from the pharmacists to sustain the fire", she explained.
"There is one place that could power the cauldrons without mages", Leo said.
"I know it, the Dungeon", Grangya said.
"But we still couldn't control the casting temperature evenly", Leo complained.
"Couldn't that be controlled by a good program?" Grangya asked.
"You are right. The cauldron just needs a good program to help it cook at the right temperature all the time", Leo said.
"A Pressure Cooker."
"Come with us, we'll bring you to our secret factory", Leo told Megane.
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They led Megane down to the Dungeon of Lust.
Only the first two levels of the dark, sprawling dungeon were actively guarded by sentries from the Amara clan. The remaining cells lay mostly empty, cold, and silent.
One of the larger cells had been transformed into a makeshift production area. Inside, a dozen massive cauldrons stood in a row, gleaming in the dim torchlight.
"What are you planning to do with these cauldrons?" Megane asked, eyeing them warily. "Without mages, they're practically useless."
"Mages aren't fucking necessary in this realm," Leo replied smoothly.
"What kind of realm is this, anyway? It feels like a demon's dungeon," she remarked.
"It used to be," Leo said with a smirk. "Until I claimed it."
Megane looked at him skeptically. "You don't exactly look like the type of powerful mage who could conquer a demon's dungeon."
"Enough talks," he replied curtly. "I need to focus."
Leo began to examine the cauldrons, changing their magic codes and connecting their wirings to the arcane energy that pulsed through his realm, to power them.
The cauldrons began to hum, drawing power from the realm's mystical core naturally.
"Unbelievable, the cauldrons could power by itself?" Megane commented.
With careful precision, Leo modified the spell within each cauldron, embedding a self-sustaining enchantment to produce potions autonomously.
Members of the Amara clan gathered around, ready to help.
Shaman, stepped forward, "I'll make sure this goes according to plan."
Shaman wasn't a stranger to potion brewing, though her methods differed from the professional techniques employed in traditional pharmacies.
Her role here, however, was straightforward—she didn't need to channel her own magic. All she had to do was add the right ingredients into the cauldrons at precise intervals and pull the levers to activate the process.
"These women are just tossing ingredients into cauldrons. Where are the pharmacists to oversee this? And who's controlling the flames?" Megane asked, her eyebrows raised in disbelief as she observed the setup.
"The process is automated," Leo explained. "It's all pre-programmed within the cauldrons."
Despite Megane's skepticism, the preparation was carried out with meticulous precision. Once all the ingredients were in place, the cauldrons began to bubble and emit a faint glow. To her astonishment, the flames beneath them flickered to life in perfect synchronization.
"How are these cauldrons brewing on their own?" she asked, her voice tinged with amazement.
"It's the magic of this realm," Leo replied. "With the right spells tied to the cauldrons' enchantments, there's no need for a mage to oversee the process."
The cauldrons worked in flawless harmony, producing a rich, vibrant mixture. Once the brewing was complete, Shaman's assistants added hardening agents to the liquid, stabilizing it before pouring the mixture into molds.
Moments later, they retrieved triangular blue tablets from the molds.
"This is the first batch," Shaman announced, handing Leo a bottle of the freshly produced tablets.
"Well, it looks like we've solved the production issue," Leo said with a grin as Megane inspected the tablets.
"Why are they blue and triangle-shaped?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the odd design.
"We are making 'Viagra,' aren't we?" Leo quipped.
Megane sighed. "The shape and color don't matter. What's important is efficacy. If only we had test subjects to confirm the effects."
"Test subjects?" Leo mused, his expression turning sly. "Grammers?"
As if on cue, Grammers entered the room, accompanied by Bara and a few Amara women.
"What's this about?" Megane asked, her tone wary.
"You needed human trials, didn't you?" Leo said with a smirk.
Megane frowned, pointing at Grammers in protest. "We've already tested it on him once!"
Grammers stepped forward, unfazed. "You don't get to run Viagra trials without me." Without warning, he swept Megane off her feet.
"I'm not participating in this," she snapped, struggling against him. "I have more important things to do!"
Grammers grinned mischievously. "Oh, you're definitely a part of this."
Leo chuckled as he headed for the door. "I'll leave you to the human trial. Good luck fucking!"
As the door closed behind him, the muffled sound of protests and laughter echoed through the room.
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[In Court la Mood]
"Master Begoff, I'm afraid Dame Rosa da Amber's schedule is completely booked today," said the manager, Mr. Cicada, with a practiced smile to his disappointed customer.
The courtesans of Court la Mood usually only serve those talented individuals who gained their fancies with poetry. But there are other metrics the courtesans used to judge the patrons.
One of them was by special appointment that bypasses the usual requirement. But with such lower criteria the appointment would usually be long.
There was a quicker way though for a customer to get an appointment with a courtesan.
"But I've been waiting a month for this appointment, I must get to see Dame Rosa da Amber," Begoff protested, looking disappointed.
Mr. Cicada skimmed through the appointment ledger, then looked up with a thin smile. "You're in luck. There's an opening for our exclusive 'Wild in Desire' package with Dame Rosa da Amber."
"I'll take it," Begoff said, almost too eagerly.
"There's one more thing," Mr. Cicada interjected, a hint of hesitation in his tone.
"And what's that?" Begoff asked, impatience creeping into his voice.
"There is a condition for obtaining the appointment- You must fulfill Dame Rosa's deepest desire, or you'll be barred from her services indefinitely," Mr. Cicada warned, his gaze steady.