On a bustling planet near the center of the Seyix galaxy, a city of anonymity thrived. At its center stood a building of onyx. No windows adorned its sides—no signs of inhabitants. Only a door at the base provided access.

It stood twice the height of any other building around it. The city seemed to bow beneath it, bending to its silent power. Its dark, sleek exterior seemed to soak up all the light cast upon it by the sun's warm light.

Occasionally a passerby would dart through the door, checking over their shoulder before moving toward the door. No one wanted to be seen entering, but everyone wanted inside.

Those who dared to enter were met with a dimly lit room with a desk against the back wall and a staircase in the back right corner. On the desk lay an open book and pen for all who dared to enter.

Each book page read the same:

1. No children

2. No harm

Signature:

Please turn the page.

Patrons would enter the establishment, sign their name, turn the page, then exit as quickly and discretely as possible, merging into the crowds as quickly as possible. There was no need to stay. Their wait time could be a few minutes to days, weeks, or even months, but it was worth the wait. They would be magically summoned back to the building when it was their turn.

While the building was always available for new entries, services were only provided once a week. Usually, only one patron was served daily, but there were always exceptions.

Today was a working day. Today someone's wildest fantasies would come true…for a price. For 10% of the patron's yearly earnings, Olo would transform their formless body into whatever desires the patron had for one night of sexual fantasy.

Olo's vapor form glided down the staircase to the book and turned back a few pages with a gust of air to select a name. By placing a vaporic tendril on the signature, they summoned the signee from wherever they were in time and space.

In an instant, a young woman with muddy hair and large eyes appeared in the room. Her medieval garb was covered in blood and mud; her chest heaved as she panted out of breath with a spear in hand. She had just been in the forest hunting a boar when she was teleported to the building.

Immediately she recognized where she was. Two pouches, a black pouch and a white pouch, appeared before her, floating in midair. She reached into the white pouch and pulled out a fistful of gold coins. Without hesitation, she stuffed them into the black pouch. With wide eyes, she looked up to the formless vapor before her.

In her mind, she heard, "Please head upstairs. I will be with you shortly." The already breathless woman ran up the staircase and through a door to a room with only a large bed against the wall.

This was it. She was ready.