In a world where hundreds of species lived together in harmony, there was one burning question that no one could quite answer: which species was the best? Not the strongest, not the smartest—but the best in bed. That’s where the Interspecies Reviewers came in.

A notorious group of four men traveled the world seeking out members of different species to, well, “get to know them better,” and then rated their experiences on a scale from one to ten—complete with comments as if reviewing a fine restaurant. Their reviews were published in local papers and plastered on town posters, making them something of minor celebrities among the diverse population.

The group consisted of Lucas, a human; Crim, an angel; Borge, an orc; and Jeremy, an elf. Each had his own preferences, and all were shamelessly perverted. Having already reviewed 799 species, they now faced the question of what to do for their milestone 800th encounter.

They sat together at their favorite bar, Cheer’s, a lively place where they often brainstormed ideas over a few beers. As they flipped through pages of their old reviews, Jeremy leaned back in his chair and groaned.

“Damn, what haven’t we done? We’ve gone through slime girls, salamanders, mermaids, elves, fairies, succubi… you name it. We need something legendary for number 800.”

Lucas nodded, scanning the long list. “Tell me about it… Hmm. What about orc girls?”

Borge grunted. “No. Already did. Number eighty-three. Borge remembers.”

Crim chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh right… guess they weren’t that memorable.”

Lucas sighed, setting his mug down. “Come on, guys. We need something rare.”