“What, again?!”

She sighed, putting down her clipboard. “I’m afraid so. Our agents learned their lesson about the food after what happened with Dragonfly, but the fae are trying a new tactic.”

DJ Shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “What’s their new tactic?”

“Well, they’ve realized that we don’t have the food scarcity issues that made our ancestors vulnerable to enticement with tasty food.”

“Yes, you told me that much.”

“Well, people have… new appetites, now. Different desires. So they’re using those.” She blushed and coughed.

“You mean they’re enticing them with their kinks?”

She blushed harder. “So we need someone strong, someone able to resist, to go in and free their minds from the feywild. Again.”

He smirked. “Why don’t you just choose someone with no kinks?”

She managed to meet his eyes again. “In our agency?”

“Ha! I see your point. I’m probably going to regret this, but ok. I’ll take the assignment.”

She nodded. Her gaze determined, she reached out her hand toward his face.

“What are you doing?”

“You accepted the assignment; you’re going in.” Her thumb pressed against the center of his forehead, and suddenly he was falling backwards down an endless spiraling tunnel of swirling color, a strange music pulling him downward and on…

*

DJ blinked. He couldn’t remember how he got where he was, but he knew he was here. Looking around, he could see purple trees reaching for a yellow sky with blue clouds drifting lazily across it.

He found himself in the middle of a wild party. Bodies gyrated and writhed, while others ate, drank, laughed, and sang as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening right next to them. They sang and danced to a strange, haunting music that filled the air and seemed to reach into his mind, to–

He batted the influence away as if it were an annoying insect. No. He needed to focus. He was here… on a mission. Yes. That was right. He was here to rescue others from the agency. He had to free their minds from the feywild.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around him. There were many mortals making merry with many a faerie, but where were his colleagues?

Suddenly, he realized one of the fair folk was standing right before him. Her lavender skin was completely exposed from head to toe, voluptuous curves on display, and she made no effort to hide herself, smiling up at him at he blushed.

“Greetings, mortal. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I… greetings, fair one. Ah, this is,” he gulped, tearing his eyes from a person struggling and laughing in what might have been a silk cocoon as a fairy took a feather to their feet, “this is a lovely party, I’m sure, and I am glad to have found my way here. Have you seen…” He trailed off, realizing just in time that perhaps it was wisest not to give away his colleagues’ names. “I’m looking for some friends who, regrettably, have business to attend to back in the mortal realm. I have come to fr–” he cut himself off, realizing that “free” might have implied an insult. “I have come to retrieve their minds, that they may attend this pressing business.”

“Aww, what could be so pressing?” The fairy moved her hips suggestively on the word “pressing”. “Surely you could tarry just a little longer? Enjoy watching that human rendered helpless by bondage and sensation, or perhaps experience some helplessness yourself?” He swallowed nervously, but managed to decline politely. “Aw, too bad. Well, let us strike a bargain, then. You describe to me whom it is you seek, and I will help you find them.”

“Ah yes, that would be wonderful! Thank you.” He realized too late that, by uttering these words, he had agreed without hearing the price.

The faerie laughed, a sound like silver bells. “Excellent! All I ask in return is this: tell me the secrets of your deepest desire.”

What choice did he have? He told. He told all. And the faerie listened, hanging on every word. Though he tried to entice her in turn, she turned aside his every attempt. Finally, when he had finished, she upheld her end of the bargain.

Alas, when he reached his friends, they were thoroughly enchanted, and only too happy to help the fae show him all his mind and body could want.

*

“Oh come on, again?!”

She sighed, and put down her clipboard. “Look, I know you just got back, but I’m running out of minds to send! I put DJ in this morning, and… well, look at him!”

They looked at him. His eyelids fluttered as though he were lost in a dream. His cheeks were flushed, and his mouth hanging open. And his body showed he was definitely enjoying himself in whatever dream he was having.

They put their face in their palm. “Alright, though I’m probably going to regret this.”