Down a few floors, amongst the many shelves of Tik Tik’s library, the pitter-patter of multiple feet fills the halls of knowledge as three scramble to prepare the chamber for a night of academic discourse.
The first of the group places a scaled hand upon an old tome left on the reading desk, frowning as she looks upon its cover. If one were colorblind, they might consider this dragon-like kobold the master mage herself. But her scales are a light blue instead of the bright pink that Tik Tik is known for. 
“Dummy Tik Tik,” she growls. “Always leaving this smut lying around where people can read.” She sniffs and flips through the pages, her half-lidded gaze scanning the works.
The second, a dog-like lass of poise, passes the scaled kobold, returning some reference material to their appropriate shelves. “Are not books meant to be read? Is it different in your culture, Quiquan?”
Quiquan whirls around, pointing her snout upward despite being shorter than the target of her conversation. “In my culture, we didn’t read books on sex,” She sighs and plops down on the table next to the book. “At least, not until Tik Tik changed things.”
“There is a lot I do not know about you or Mistress Tik Tik’s way of life,” replies the canine kobold. “Kobolds who take the aspect of dragons are but a legend in my homeland.”
“Aw, they ain’t so different from you nor me, Asuka,” pipes the third voice. This old man in a red cap lugs a sack over his broad shoulder, looking very festive. “If there’s one thing old Seppel knows, a kobold serves. That thread binds our three kinds together, mmm hmm!”
Quiquan groans, hopping up from her seat. “That’s silly! I’ve never wanted to serve Tik Tik!”
“And yet,” Seppel says, tapping his nose. “It might be your queen or your ambition, but you still serve!”
Asuka bows softly. “I see much in your wisdom, Old Seppel.”
“Of course ye have!” says Seppel. “Ye a smart gel. Ye both are. Let’s make this place nice for them college chickies, eh? Nothin’ like seein’ the smile on a lovely set of ladies to get the old blood flowin’ again! Wouldn’t want to surprise ‘em with any of Tik Tik’s trash.”
Quiquan perks up, slamming the book shut. “Oh! I should check the entrance runes!”
Asuka’s eyes brighten as she clasps her hands together. “Please, Quiquan. Let me see your handiwork in action.”
“What, do you need my permission?” asks the blue kobold. Come on, and don’t dally!”
Seppel waves the two off, whistling joyfully as he takes the book from Quiquan’s possession. “You ladies have a good time settin’ traps. I’ll be here, makin’ sure everything is spotless!”
And so, the pitter-patter clicks and scrapes over the stone as the two kobolds leave the library for the massive spiral staircase that winds from the ground floor up to the aerie upon the roof.
Arriving in the large antechamber, the blue kobold kneels before where the intricate runes were drawn, their spellwork invisible to the naked eye. She drags her claws around the edge, furrowing her brow as she notes the patterns and the complex work of words. She frowns. “Something’s off. Confound it all! Did Tik Tik make undocumented changes again!?
Asuka breaks Quiquan’s train of thought with a tentative growl and points to the gloom beyond their sight.
Quiquan raises her head, narrowing her large emerald eyes as she stares into the darkness. “Who goes there?” She shouts. “How’d you get past the runes?”
Laughter bounces around the chamber, coming from two places, in front and behind the kobolds. Asuka whirls around, her teeth bared, while Quiquan holds her hands up, her meager magic sparking through her fingertips.
“Oh, that was a bad move, isn’t it, love?” trills a voice in front of Quiquan.
“Oh, it very much is, my deer,” coos the voice before Asuka.
“They got themselves surrounded, poor girls,” responds the first.
“Exactly as planned,” agrees the second.
Not a moment after the intruders finish their taunt, the ground ignites in bright lights. The magic circles inscribed upon them release the trapped spells, striking the unfortunate kobolds within their modified borders.
Quiquan falls to her knees, yelping as the energy shocks her, traveling through her nerves, tripping a particular center within her brain—the pleasure center.
Asuka, too, falls into the same trap, falling backward, arms splayed out, and staring wildly into the ceiling.
Through the newly illuminated room, the two figures standing just outside the kobold’s vision in the dark reveal themselves. They step close to the center, their hooves echoing high through the chamber, walking perfectly in sync with one another.
One pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, running his cloven hoof over his straight blue hair.
The other grips a giant wrench in her mechanical gloves, which she rests over her shoulders, whistling as she looks down at the two writhing individuals on the ground. Both are small antelopes with tiny horns. They approach each other, standing side-by-side. The man wraps one arm around the woman's waist, and the woman leans her head upon his shoulder.
“Look at that, Love,” the woman coos, draping a well-toned arm over her companion’s shoulder. “What does it feel like being hit in that trap?”
“Well, my deer,” he says, waving a hoof over the two, magical energy stemming from his tips. “If my analysis is correct, those two ladies are having the time of their lives! It’s a devious trap that only an eroarcanist can devise—perpetual stimulation until the recipients are left unconscious or the spellcaster undoes the spell.”
“Leave it to the great sex mage to leave her home with an orgasm blast only she can deactivate.” She replies.
Quiquan pants, scratching at the ground, drool dripping from her cheeks as she fights back every vibrating moment going through her body. “Y… you’ll… puh… pay… f… for this…!” she growls.
“Sure thing,” says the female dik-dik, squatting before her. “But before that, we’re gonna make like thieves.”
The male chuckles. “But my dear, I believe that’s exactly what we are.”