The rooms seemed totally fine when he rented them. But at night, when he’s asleep, they turn out to have a bit of an infestation problem. Should I use that word, truly? Maybe “infestation” is too harsh. Perhaps you would not choose it. But our man wakes up at least twice a night buried under a swarm of horny elf women:

three horny elf women absolutely ravish a human man in the night

Where they come from, where they go, it’s far from clear. The door has a robust lock on the inside. The landlord just laughs at him. A consulting wizard offered to swap rooms, if he could nail down a long-term lease.

He always awakes well-rested, despite the interruptions. He’s philosophical about it. He’s slept in worse places. It could be bugs or vermin. He will survive!

Artist is Calm, who has a Patreon.

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