Yussa considers his answer. "More of the former than the latter. In my adventuring days I came across some plants in Issylra that made for an... interesting reaction. I've refined it since then."

It isn't any drug, it's Yussa's concoction. He drops the hint about Issylra, thinking that Caleb's perfect memory would not soon forget the details of that somewhat distressing and exhausting day after Yussa returned from a trip abroad with new components to experiment with.

He sinks into the water up to his shoulders for a rinse, then slips out of the water. He doesn't bother with a towel but does make sure his feet are completely wet before he moves across the tile floor. He opens the small cabinet next to the bed and takes out a small tin. Yussa deftly crosses back to the pool and sits down on the edge of it, trying to ignore the slight shock of the cold tile against his overheated cunt.

"It's a powder," he says. "Easily mixed with a drink or food. It's not quite as potent as it was in its original form, but it's far more... predictable."