Eric shrugs. "Do something impossible."

Quest available: Do Something Impossible

Eric Jones is still rather skeptical of your magic sex powers. Prove him wrong by doing something blatantly impossible, but ero.

Success: +1,000xp, +1 ERO, increased relations with Eric Jones
Failure: Halved ERO around Eric Jones, you automatically fail the The Reluctant Slutty Porter quest
Accept: Y/N

Ari accepts the quest. He's sure he can do something impossible. He knows it. He's an agent of love, not bound by the laws of mortal men.

They're back at the apartment building. 

"So, will the receptionist on duty be mysteriously okay with your nudity or mysteriously absent? And what will happen, I wonder, with the camera footage?"

Ari shrugs. "The receptionist, I don't know. The morning receptionist was kind of compulsively busy with her phone. And does anyone watch the camera footage?"

As he continues the conversation, he strolls casually inside, holding Eric's hand.

Eric... is feeling pretty brave. He walks in.

The receptionist is asleep. "Should I try to wake him up?" he whispers.

"Could be fun," Ari says in a normal conversational tone. 

"Rude, though," he says, likewise in a conversational tone. "Are you sure your probability magic is gonna work if I'm the one doing it?"

The receptionist snores lightly.

"Pretty sure, yeah," he replies. "Only one way to find out for sure, though. And it's not rude; I just don't want him to get in trouble for sleeping on his shift."

Eric rolls his eyes. "Of course." He gingerly steps over to the reception desk and slowly tries to shake the man awake. "Mr. Clover? Mr. Clover, please wake up." No deal. Eric sighs and shakes harder with a "Mr. Clover!" loud enough that it echoes in the large, empty room.

The man wakes with a start. "Bwuh?"

"You were dozing off," Ari explains. "We didn't want you to get in trouble."

The man nods blearily. "Mmf, yeah, yeah—I'm go wash m' face, sor', long day." He slips off his chair and barely spares Ari a glance on his way to presumably-the-restroom.

"Well, that answers that," Ari says with mild disappointment.

"We could perhaps wait for him to come back, if you really want to seduce him? Not really my type; too old and too bald."

"I don't want to seduce him, I'd just have liked a reaction of some kind. But it's fine." Ari heads over to the elevator.

Eric follows him. "It's extremely late, I suppose we should have expected the easiest way for your magic to do it would've been 'too sleepy to notice anything'."

"Fair enough."

The elevator opens, and Ari steps in.

So does Eric. He presses the first floor button.

Ari presses the penthouse button.

Before the doors have quite closed, he pulls Eric's pants down.

"—Mr. Kaltmann!"

He no longer has an erection, but that seems likely to change.

"Just reclaiming my property," he hums as he twists the buttplug around in Eric's ass. He pulls it out with a pop and immediately buries his face between Eric's cheeks.

He makes a noise at the back of his throat and leans with both hands against the full-length mirror.

The elevator reaches the first floor.

Ari resurfaces. "Isn't this your floor?"

He moans. "I don't think I told you to stop, Mr. Kaltmann."

"Yessir." Ari returns to his work, reaching around to grasp Eric's cock as he does so. 

Not rock-hard, but that's understandable; he's probably already come maybe three times. It's bravely trying to get there, though.

The elevator doors close, and it starts going up again.