The Spire began to flicker. The rain changed—no longer whispers, but a single, clear, cleansing downpour.

And Kechteny was the best.

Kechteny had once believed in the ritual. In the old days, bukkake in the physical realm had been about power exchange, about the overwhelming and the overwhelmed finding a strange, transient grace. But the premium version stripped away even that. It was pure market logic: saturate demand until supply collapses.