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are good. I haven’t known them for long at all really but they both saved my life.”
    “You escaped from Irella, you say. I knew that was where Brandana had been sent . Hans visited not long ago, on his way to get her back. She was some sort of maid, right?”
    “Yes, in the royal household.”
    “Very fancy.”
    “Not really.” Devon sighed, chewing on a red slice of roasted pepper. “Life there was unbearable. Queen Uno is a real bitch. At least I didn’t have to put up with her all the time like Brandana did.”
    Curiously, Thorn asked, “So what did you do there?”
    Devon blushed. “I was farmed, like a chicken in a coop, to be a husband for one of the royal daughters.”
    “Really?” Thorn almost laughed. “Sounds like a pretty fantastic job. Didn’t you fancy it, or her?”
    “I didn’t know her so I wasn’t going to marry her. They took me over to the palace to begin the initiation ceremonies but, well, I wouldn’t take part.”
    “Good for you, man.”
    “No, you don’t understand.” Devon became agitated. “To do something like that, against that evil family, against time honoured Irellan tradition, was the moment I signed my own death warrant. It’s there somewhere, written in stone, in the old Irellan documentation in the City Hall, that bipenes like me do as they are told. We have no life.”
    “Bipene?” Thorn questioned. “What’s that?”
    Devon sighed as the night increased in embarrassment for him. Not a good time for him to be biting into a carrot. “I have two penises.”
    “Amazing,” Thorn cooed, genuinely impressed and more than a little turned on. “I would love that. You can’t tell, you know, first off, just by looking.”
    “No, the other is at the back.”
    “Really? Where?”
    Devon was quite enjoying his new found celebrity. “Just below the small of my back.”
    “And do you get two pairs of balls as well?”
    “No, that’s all interconnected.”
    Suddenly the two men were unexpectedly close. Thorn leaned in to see if he could get a closer look at Devon’s back as Devon leaned over to grab a slice of aubergine. Heat imploded between them. Both of them felt a rise, Devon felt two, but they were in a public area and Thorn was straight, so far as general opinion went.
    “Now tell me about you.” Devon wisely broke the spell. “I didn’t get a chance to ask the others. What exactly do you do here?”
    “This is freedom central, baby. These tunnels and caves are where it’s all at, right beneath those Ratt Pirate’s stupid faces. One day, we’ll take it all back. We’ll get rid of the sex trade and all the shit that goes with it. I want to make Kirslar beautiful again.”
    “If I can do anything to help, I’ll certainly try,” Devon offered.
    “Like Hans said, I think you’re better off elsewhere. It’s not always like this, feasting and relaxing, you know. Most of the time we’re busy working, fighting, spying, it’s very dangerous. Soon these caves will be damp when the rains come. Anyway, I like you, Devon, so let me ask you the question, how can I help you? You’re welcome to stop the night, you’re welcome to stop indefinitely actually, but I think tomorrow we should get you established somewhere. A new life. How’s that sound?”
    “Sounds good actually,” Devon agreed, knowing in his heart that he was not ready for the life of a freedom fighter, no matter how sexy his colleagues might be.
    “So what can you do?” Thorn asked. “What are you trained for?”
    “Giving pleasure,” Devon huffed in the realisation that his pampered yet useless life had left him ineffectual for existence outside the compound or the regal palace of Irella.
    “Explain.” Thorn frowned, the presence of this strange new man causing him increasing discomfort and alarm.
    “Well, I know how to get a good all over tan. I know how to give massages of all types; full body, Swedish, Indian head, Venus foot.”
    “I think I have the perfect idea. You’ll