I spent the day negotiating with a particularly stubborn dwarven smith for a shipment of mythril ingots. The process was… tedious. All that talk of tensile strength and arcane conductivity left my mind wandering to far more interesting forms of tension. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have him on his knees, that proud beard of his brushing against my inner thighs as I guide his head to my cunt. Or better yet, bending him over his own anvil, his thick cock at my mercy while I whisper exactly how I want him to beg. Business is a dance of power, but some dances are infinitely more satisfying. Back to the ledgers now, though the numbers seem terribly dull by comparison. What little daydreams got you through your own mundane tasks today?