A short middle-aged man with a pointed beard and small horns in thick hair looked surprisingly ... charming. Bright blue eyes shone with sincere happiness at the sight of me ... as they most likely would have beamed with joy if any other woman came into his office.

According to rumors, the satyrs did not care who they admired, as long as the object had breasts and was little known. These younger faeries adored anything fresh. Grandmother once told about one of her clients, a venerable matron in her eighties, who, despite her considerable age, managed to “twist the tail of a satire” for almost a week. A very respectable...