She’d always been anxious to get out to the other end, away from Cain and the other sex demons. They always made her nervous—way too attractive for their own good. Or anybody else’s. And there was that edge of danger, the kind that sang to many women like a siren’s song. Now that she was one of them and no longer prey, she took the time to look at her surroundings. Lots of beautiful desert, colorful tents, firelight, cobblestone streets, and brilliant stars so bright and close that you could almost reach out and touch them. She had to resist the urge to try. “I bet this place is less magical in the day,” she said, more to herself than anything. But Cain heard it. “There is no day here. And no weather, either. Nothing grows. We bring everything we want in from the outside world.” That was… unexpected. She took a moment to process the sameness of the place. Like heaven had been in a way. And yet, here you could just be what you were. No one was pretending. Whereas heaven had strict restrictions on the more earthy pleasures, here she could smell the sex in the air.
