The inn door opened with a creak as the Antimage pushed it open. Inside were several sets of wooden tables and chairs, with varying patrons enjoying their gin. Glancing to his left, he noticed Invoker behind a counter, idly cleaning large glass mugs with a towel. He sauntered over to the counter at a leisurely pace.

"How's it going, handsome?" he said.

The carry's luscious lips curled at the sides.
"Oh, same old, same old," he murmured, setting a jar down with a soft thud.
"You got a room for me? Same deal as always?"
Antimage wore a smug grin, raising an eyebrow at the experienced magician.
Carl nodded and tilted his head towards the stairs, giving an inconspicuous point.

Magina walked up the flight of stairs, groping at the rail set to the side as he ascended.

As the bar scene died down, Invoker followed suit to retire for the day. As he opened the door to his quarters, a mixture of shock and arousal shot through his spine and to his...

Antimage was lying on his bed, fully nude save for a single tango covering his groin. A short quote escaped his supple lips, which were locked in a grin.

"1v1 me nerd"