Somewhere in Maine...
A hot pink convertible was stopped on the side of the road, the driver gently shaking the passenger.
"Lily. Lily!" She moaned lightly in response. "Lily! Get up!"
Lily raised her head, smacking her lips with a loud pop as she pulled away. "Is something wrong, Lyle? I didn't nick you?"
"It's not that, I just need your mouth for something else right now. ... For talking, Lily! I screwed up!"
"What happened?"
"I talked such a big game about how we'd pip the other guy to the post, but then I read the map wrong, and now look at us! A mile or two out from Wrassle Cock, instead of where we meant to be."
"Don't be so hard on yourself Lyle, not like this. You've got to admit, Wrassle Cock doesn't sound so bad. And besides, it sounds like you haven't even considered the clientele."
Lyle stared off into the distance. "Quite right. The people of Wrassle Cock are all tightly wound balls of repression. They need us to show them a better way to live."
"All right! We're going to Wrassle Cock! Now, can I go back to giving you road head?"
"Come on, girl! You know I don't drive properly without your head betwixt my legs!"
Lyle and Lily Gyatt sped down the road. In the trunk of their car, various items and objects rattled around. Sex toys, rope, handcuffs, candles, and a decal for putting in a shop window. A decal that said "Breedful Things".
After they got into town, they quickly got set up. But they weren't trying to be secretive, so of course they caught people's attention. Specifically, the attention of:
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