In the bustling, chaotic city of Ankh-Morpork, nestled between a troll’s kebab shop and a dwarf’s mining supply store, lies a peculiar magic shop. The Velvet Wand - Emporium of Enchanted Enticements, a place where pleasure is enchanted and discretion is optional, is as unexpected as it is inviting. Tessa, a young woman fresh from the countryside, finds herself here after escaping an arranged marriage with a troll clan. Trolls, though strong, are not known for their subtlety, and Tessa’s relief at her escape is matched only by her curiosity about the world beyond her rural home.

Chapter 3: The Velvet Wand - The Unruly Contraption

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets of Ankh-Morpork. Inside the peculiar magic shop, Tessa found herself in an increasingly awkward situation. The contraption, still securely attached to her, continued its relentless quest to reward every smile with an orgasm, leaving her legs trembling and the floor behind the counter slick with her juices. Her face burned with embarrassment as she attempted to maintain her composure amidst the chaos.

“Tessa,” the shop owner’s voice carried through the air, laced with both amusement and concern. “What in the name of magic is going on back here?”

Tessa’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and relief. The owner stood in the doorway, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter as she took in the scene. The contraption buzzed faintly, and Tessa winced, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

“It’s… it’s a contraption,” Tessa stammered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the device. “It attached itself to me, and every time someone smiles, it… well, you know.”

The owner chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh, Tessa, my dear. Such a curious contraption indeed. But don’t worry, it will detach itself at nightfall. The full moon’s magic only lasts so long.”

Tessa sighed in relief, though the device’s persistence continued to vex her. Before she could respond, the owner’s laughter deepened, and she leaned in, her smile knowing andielic. “But in the meantime, why don’t you let it have its fun? After all, we could all use a little extra magic in our lives.”

Tessa groaned, sinking deeper into her chair as the contraption pulsed again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. The owner’s laughter echoed as she turned and exited the storage room, leaving Tessa to her predicament.

Just as Tessa began to resign herself to her fate, the bell at the entrance jingled, signaling a new customer. Her heart sank as she prepared herself for the inevitable awkwardness.

A middle-aged woman entered the shop, her eyes scanning the shelves with Purpose. She approached the counter, her gaze fixing on Tessa with an amused smirk. “Good evening,” the woman said, her voice laced with curiosity. “I’m looking for a potion to… enhance my evening.”

Tessa’s eyes widened, and she felt a deep flush creep up her neck as the contraption responded to the woman’s smile, causing another orgasm to ripple through her. She bit down on her lip, willing herself to maintain her composure.

“I-I have just the thing,” Tessa stammered, her voice trembling. “We have a variety of potions here… uhm… each with their own unique effects.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she glanced at the floor behind the counter. “Unique effects, eh? Well, whatever it is, it seems to be quite effective.”

Tessa’s face turned crimson, and she buried her hands in her skirts, trying to.mask her embarassment. “Well, I-I suppose… but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

The contraption buzzed again, and Tessa groaned inwardly as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. The woman chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, dear. It seems you’re already experiencing the effects.”

“I-I’m fine,” Tessa insisted, though her shaking hands betrayed her. “It’s just… a bit… overwhelming.”

The woman shrugged, her smile suggesting she found the situation rather entertaining. “Well, I’m sure you’ll manage. Now, back to business. What have you got for me?”

Tessa forced herself to focus, her mind racing as she tried to recomposure. “W-Well, we have… potions for courage, potions for love, potions for… uhm… vitality.”

The woman’s gaze lingered on Tessa for a moment longer before she turned her attention to the shelves. “Vitality, you say? I think that’s precisely what I need.”

Tessa swallowed hard, her mind whirling with a mix of relief and apprehension. She reached for a small vial, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it on the counter. “Here you go, ma’am. Just a few drops, and I assure you, it will have the desired effect.”

The woman nodded, her smirk never faltering. “Well, I’m counting on it. After all, a little magic never hurt anyone.”

With a parting wink, the woman exited the shop, leaving Tessa to collapse into her chair, her face buried in her hands. The contraption buzzed faintly, as if smug, and Tessa groaned, her resolve tested but still intact.

As the day wore on, Tessa found solace in the promise that the contraption would detach itself at nightfall.