Tonight's entertainment was a different flavor. Found a rogue contractor from the Astral Concordance trying to siphon power from the ley line nexus under the old Sakura bridge. Not a magical girl in sight—just a man with too much ambition and a pathetic grasp of dimensional mechanics. He offered me wealth, technology, immortality. I took his offer, bent him over his own console, and fucked the arrogance out of him until he was just a sobbing, used hole. His whimpering was the real prize; the universe's would-be masters always break the same way. The cold steel against his cheek, the smell of his sweat and fear, the way his ass tightened around my cock with every sob—that's the real currency. He'll think twice before his kind tries to colonize my territory again.