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Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

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Once again the slaves got a small nod and a smile from Verialyn, accompanied by a lowly whispered "A bit of force is fine", basically giving them free reign with her as long as they would not overdo it. That clarified she once more looked briefly down her own body to where that sizable member was preparing to enter her, the anticipation bringing another smile to her lips.

"Uughnnn...." like the other woman she could not hold back a deep grunt of satisfaction her vagina was split the first time, no matter how well lubricated she already was. The meaty rod filling her up and stretching the walls of her wet tunnel was nice and big and felt good, and apparently its owner enjoyed this union just as much.

Her breathing settling into a rhythm matching the rhythmic impaling she was receiving she once more found time to watch the other couple, Penni now bent over and used most unceremoniously. Establishing eye contact with Erveth she shot him a conspiratory and encouraging gaze, before producing another little barb towards his wife "Penni, why don't you tell your husband what you think of the treatment you are receiving?"
 
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"Shut her up," Penni suddenly hissed, and this time even Erveth seemed to notice. A look of concern flickered upon his face, but it faded when Verialyn looked at him and he saw the look in her eyes. He shifted his hips slightly before thrusting again, whatever cruel command Penni planned to give being lost in a sudden, deep moan. "Ohhhh, Gods! Erveth," she gasped, hatred briefly forgotten. "It's been so long...Your cock is splitting me apart, you're so strong above me," she gasped, shuddering and moaning between her words. "Harder, fuck me harder, make me yours..."

The slaves seemed to have taken the woman's command seriously. The one fucking her quickly shifted his hands to her thighs, lifting her up off of her feet as the other supported her back, still rapidly slamming himself into her tight cunt. For a moment she was falling backward only to be caught by the other slave, held horizontal above the ground by their strong hands. As her head tilted backward the slave's cock hung before her face, his hips moving to thrust himself forward into her mouth and slowly fuck her face. The cock in her cunt struck entirely new spots from the change in position, pushing further and further until she was being entirely filled from both ends, their hands upon her back and thighs, her breasts bouncing wildly as she was taken.
 
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Verialyn was fully focussed on the two slaves using her body now, the ro Storecs forgotten for the moment, or at least pushed to the back of her consciousness.

Thankfully the man entering her mouth with his genital was considerate enough not to thrust too strongly or too deeply, content to graze over the iner walls of her oral cavity and her palate, and to feel her tongue and her soft lips on his manhood. So even though the tilted back position of her head was not entirely comfortable that position had a certain undeniable appeal, quite an unusual and exciting way to be taken, and the effect on her was as was to be expected.

Even more so as the throbbing phallus impaling her vagina stoked the fire of her arousal to new heights. Ever one to enjoy a good pounding she could almost feel her arousal climb, her arms flopping wildly to her sides as her whole body shook and jiggled under the two men's thrusts. She wanted to moan loudly, alas the ability to speak was taken from her by the meaty gag, and so all she could do was breathe hard and grunt and groad past the girth filling her mouth.

Not much longer. Already she knew that she would not last much longer before exploding with passion.
 
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Even as the slave filling her mouth moved gently the others speed only intensified, his thick cock spreading her wide with each deep thrust. Not even Penni could be heard speaking anymore, nothing but lustful groans and the wet, obscene sounds of sex filling the air. He took every one of her groans as a sign to fuck her harder, his thick prick pulsing inside her, her body helpless and shaking.

She'd completely lost track of the ro Storec's, so it was a surprise when a soft and decidedly female mouth suddenly fell upon her jiggling breasts, hungrily sucking upon the tender flesh as small hands sunk into her heavy tits. Penni moaned deeply into her skin as her tongue began to dance upon upon Verialyn's nipples, hands roughly massaging her and shaking as Erveth pounded himself into her.

It wasn't much longer before suddenly she heard Erveth shouting, Penni's mouth opening to scream into Verialyn's breasts as her entire body quivered with release. Hatred seemed forgotten as she resumed her oral assault, licking and sucking upon her tormentor while Erveth stood behind her, trying to catch his breath.
 
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All this is just too much for Verialyn as well, and not long after the ro Storecs her own body reared uptaut muscles arching her back even further, one arm reaching out, her hand gripping Penni's upper thigh - or was it some other body part? - as her legs wrapped around the slaves hips, pressing him to her tightly and holding him there, her vaginal walls rippling erratically along the meaty length deeply embedded into her. Her lips meanwhile closed more firmly around the genital they were already encircling, not not so strongly as to take away its mobility.

For long drawn out seconds she reveled in the orgasm wracking her body, shudders running through her as her mouth was still used. Eventually, slowly, that climax subsided and she relaxed, sinking back into the four hands supporting her.

She would have liked to enrich the situation with a witty comment, alas her mouth was currently filled, and so she was limited to turning her head and even with her lips stuffed like they were she managed to produce a smile at the other woman, who incidentially also had her tongue occupied that very moment.
 
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Penni's oral ministrations faltered when she noticed Verialyn's smile, and once again she saw the strange mix of anger and lust in the other woman's eyes, the desire for the flesh and the need to see her new antagonist fall. Her mouth lifted from Verialyn's breast and she seemed ready to speak, when suddenly Erveth's hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her up, holding her body close to him. "We're finding a room with a balcony," he said in a low, suddenly excited voice, Penni gasping in surprise as he began to walk, his cock pressed up against her cunt.

At the last moment Erveth turned back towards Verialyn, several emotions flicking across his face. Finally he settled for a wide, almost goofy grin and a silently mouthed Thank you! before he vanished into the hallway, Penni's whines of protest receding down the hallway.

Neither of the two slaves serving Verialyn had come yet, though the one buried in her cunt was obviously beginning to breathe rather hard. It seemed Xorien chose them for stamina as well, at least the male slaves, and as she fell limp in their arms both of them began to lessen their pace. As the ro Storec's left the one in her mouth pulled back, just far enough for her to be able to speak or give them further orders.
 
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Verialyn's head turned as she watched the ro Storecs exit the room in pursuit of even more exotic locales to copulate. The thought of Erveth parading a naked Penni in front of him like a fuck toy made her smile with barely concealed glee, made even easier by her mouth being no longer obstructed. The man was doing well, better than she had thought after he seemed have succumbed to his wife's erotic ministrations, the reins once more firmly in his grip. The only question remaining was how long that would last, and whether her aid would be required again. She had made a friend and an enemy today, and it was in her best interest for the friend to stay in the superior position. However, her ears might betray her, but wasn't there a badly concealed trace of excitement even in Penni's clamoring that slowly faded as their distance grew?

Which brought her attention back to the two men that were still occupied with her. One hand reached up, slender fingers curling around the engorged shaft that just had left her mouth and began a slow and soft stroking motion that just had the positive side effect of keeping him away from her lips. Still smiling, her demeanor polite and cordial, she finally spoke "Would you mind putting me back on my feet?"
 
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The slave fucking her instantly stopped as she spoke, a faint whine of disappointment slipping out of him before he regained his self-control. "Of course, mistress," he said softly as his hands shifted to take firm hold of her rear, supporting her as the other slave, his slick cock throbbing in her grasp, slowly lifted her up until she could stand once more. A bit of dexterity on their part kept the thick cock deeply buried in her dripping snatch, though the slave had ceased to move until she was ready for more. The other slave stepped forward behind her as well, making it easy for her to keep her grip upon his shaft.

Neither of the slaves spoke, obviously waiting for further instruction. The one inside her certainly seemed to have been close, but the pause seemed to have given him enough time to catch his second wind, his cock pulsing within her tunnel.
 
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They had followed her command to the letter and still managed to keep their erect and hungry genitals as involved with her body as possible. In a way Verialyn was impressed, and she did nothing to foil their plans, standing close on the tips of her toes to the one lodged inside her, his hands on her backside giving her stability as her stomach and her breasts pressed against him. Her left index finger traced lightly over his upper arm as she looked at him coyly out from under slightly bowed brows while her right hand continued the slow up. Now only her finger tips touched him, however all five of them did in a delicate encircling grip, the palm of her hand brushing over his tip whenever her fingers got close to his base.

"Don't worry" she softly spoke as her vaginal walls gave the throbbing meat inside her a firm squeeze "it would be cruel not to let the two of you find release. I just would like to know whom I am fucking with first" The coy smile morphed into a wide grin now "And maybe the two of you each have a favorite way to spill your seed into me?"
 
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The slave inside her groaned in surprise when she suddenly squeezed down upon him, his hands briefly shaking upon the taut flesh of her rear. He was obviously a bit too distracted to fully process her words, but when she glanced at the other she could see some of the surprise in his eyes. A moment later there was something else; recognition, and a bit of interest. It seemed that word of the strange new mistress was beginning to spread.

"My name is Yul, mistress," he said in a voice that was only slightly strained, his hips slowly moving in time with the gentle motion of her hand to slide his hard, warm shaft against her fingertips. "He is Marc...It is an honor to serve you, mistress."

"Mistress," Marc answered in a rough voice, an amazing amount of willpower preventing him from moving within her slick tunnel. There was little on his mind besides the heat of her body, but Yul's eyes flicked over towards the large couch that still smelled of sex.

"Would you care to take a seat, mistress?"
 
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Verialyn held the eye contact with Yul. So word about her preferences and behavior was already spreading. Whether it would result in more than a little novelty and turn into support from the slaves beyond their regular duties remained to be seen.

Right now, though, there was a more tivial and at the same more pressing problem. "I would love to do so, but as you can see I am dealing with an obstacle here." Her eyes briefly went down to where her hips met with Marc and where his large manhood was still wedged inside her. "So do you want me to extract myself first?"

Sensing something else, she felt compelled to add "Also, let me assure you by repeating. I want to experience which way YOU think YOU will get the most enjoyment out of my body." And for emphasis her vagina once again gripped the part of Marc that had invaded her.
 
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"Just let us tend to that, mistress," Yul whispered in her ear, and suddenly they both were moving. Marc's strong hands slipped under her thighs and lifted her once more, his cock jerking hard inside her from the sudden motion, Yul supporting her from behind as the two quickly moved her back towards the couch.

Briefly Yul's cock fell away from her grasp as he sat upon the couch, a smile starting to spread across his face as Marc lowered her towards him, his heavy cock, still slick with her drool, pressing hard against the entrance to her ass. A second pair of hands gripped her thighs, their combined strength pulling her down to drive himself hard into her, her body completely filled with thick, throbbing heat as his cock pushed into her tight tunnel. Suddenly she was squeezing even tighter around the one in her pussy, Marc groaning deeply.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as Marc slowly began to fuck her, the force of his thrusts bouncing her upon the prick in her ass.
 
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This ... was good. Verialyn was acutely aware of the friction, the two throbbing hard manhoods grinding strongly against each other down there inside her, only a small wall of her own flesh separating them. She was truly and thoroughly filled now, Marc taking her with measured, intense thrusts. Those two clearly had experience in double teaming up on a woman, and seemed to enjoy themselves as well.

"You really like that ..." she breathed up huskily at Marc as her breasts once more jiggled violently upwards " ... don't you? Do many ... of Xorien's guests ... request such?"

Her head turned sideways, eyes half closed as she breathed heavily through permanently parted lips. The pleasure was mounting again, and she was giving in to the climbing sensations that approached her climax.
 
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Marc was able to give her little more than a pleasured whine as he seized her hips, adding his strength to the rapid bouncing of her body to slam the two heavy cocks even harder into her body. Yul's hands wrapped around to grip her jiggling tits, his fingers sinking deep into the firm flesh as his fingers teased her nipples. "More then you'd know," he managed to gasp into her ear, an instant before his mouth fell upon her throat. Marc swiftly followed, his lips and tongue teasing her ears and cheeks. Every motion they made was designed to please her, their hands mercilessly roaming her skin, their rhythm constantly shifting so that she could never predict who would fill her next, when both thick, throbbing cocks would fill her completely.

Suddenly Marc slammed her down hard upon them, both iron pricks throbbing and pulsing inside her. The boiling heat of their cum flooded her body, thick seed pouring into her womb and filling her tight ass. They continued to fuck her as they came, both of them groaning around her, the heady smell of lust filling the room as their desire covered her thighs.

Over several long moments they slowed down, softly fucking their still hard meat into her dripping holes and panting for breath as they waited for the next command.
 
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The two were very good indeed. Despite the fact that all their doing, their little gestures and big heaves, were led by the one overbearing directive to give Verialyn maximum pleasure they still managed to exude an aura of dominance, to give the impression that they were claiming the woman they were sandwiching solely for their own enjoyment and release, even the dance of their lips on soft, receptive skin just another indicator of who was in control. By hiding their true intention they were succeeding at it with a vengeance.

And so it was only natural that Verialyn joined their dual eruption with a climax of her own as their pulsating manhoods unloaded globs of gooey warm spunk into her, her body rearing up as much as it could, enveloped by strong muscular male torsos as she was, her moans mingling with theirs as her arms shot forward and her fingers dug into Marc's buttocks.

Slowly the throes of orgasm receeded, and her tense muscles relaxed, her frame slumping back against Yul beneath her, the back of her head coming to rest on his shoulders as her ear brushed against his. With a deep, content sigh she looked back up at Marc, still enjoying their slow rhythm even after she had found release. The measured penetration still had a warm, pleasant quality to it even if it did not currently peak her carnal arousal. As a sign of approval her vaginal walls playfully contracted around the slaves member while her thoughts began to wander. Having a pair like these two at her disposal sure was nice. Yes, slavery was bad and all that, but at the moment the idea of having - or even better owning - two obedient and skilled servants ready to sate her desires whenever she felt like it had an illicit but undeniable appeal, the lures of which she was not able to completely extract herself from. The thought briefly gave her eyes a hungry glaze, before it was banished from her mind.

"If you want to you can stay inside me for a bit longer ..." she finally spoke, her previous benevolence finally returned " ... before I will have to go about cleaning myself. You have been rather ... thorough ..." Indeed, there was plentiful evidence of that.
 
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"Thank you...mistress..." Yul panted from behind her, the words disrupted by rough breaths as the slaves began to catch their second wind. For a moment they slowed further as if to stop, but as she squeezed down upon Marc's still heavy shaft they began to move softly again, their hips moving slowly beneath her as strong arms let her be still and relaxed. She could not see Yul but Marc smiled down at her, his eyes lowering subserviently a moment before his head descended again, kissing her throat and breasts.

"Would you care for us to join you in the bath, mistress?" Yul said after a few more moments, unable or not bothering to conceal the hopeful desire in his voice at the thought of being allowed to scrub her bare form. "Or shall we 'clean' you here?"
 
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"The two of you really love your job, don''t you?" At least that was the most logical conclusion, seeing as how right after having spent themselves the two men managed to retain their hardness, erect man meat again sliding in and out of her at a moderate pace causing that sweet tingling friction under the slurping sounds of their reentry. For a moment Verialyn entertained the thought of keeping the two inside her all night. Or at least most of the night, as getting to her bedroom in their current intimately locked state might prove difficult, and was definitely bound to attract attention. She would rather not provide for the majority of the houses gossip on her first day. Or maybe she already had.

"As much as it pains me to part with two such enthusiastic men as the two of you are ..." Verialyn continued as her arms finally reached down, palms planting themselves on the sofa and pushing her upper body upwards in a first step of the process of getting back to her feet " ... I fear now is the time to do so." And while she waited for the pair to heed her request she added "You are of course welcome to join me in the bath. Or here, if you truly think the cleaning facilities of this room are adequate..." A brief survey conducted by her own eyes right then had found no hint of that being the case. But the room sported many cupboards and niches, and even two exit doors, so who knows what lay behind them.
 
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"The life of a slave has its advantages, mistress," Yul said with a slight chuckle, the two of them quickly responding to her motions. Marc slowly pulled his thick cock out of her well-fucked pussy, a rush of cum slipping free to coat her lips and thighs as it came free with a wet pop. With a slight nod towards her he put his hands around her waist, helping to slowly lift her free of Yul with another load of cum coating her rear tunnel. Carefully the two slaves helped her stand, each of them standing on one side of her in case she needed the support.

"Of course, mistress," Yul said after a brief glance between the two of them, Marc shrugging slightly. As Marc held her up Yul quickly headed for a closet, pulling free a long, thin robe of a red, luxurious silk. "If you'd like to cover yourself on the way to the baths, mistress," he explained as he held it open for her.
 
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"Thank You, that is very considerate ..." Verialyn replied as she extended her arms to slide into the offered garment, feeling the soft fabric gently caressing her skin. Her two used orifices, actually most of her groin area felt sticky, almost uncomfortably so, now, and as a consequence the prospect of fully immersing herself in a spacious warm pool seemed far more appealing than just a washcloth and a small bowl of cool water.

"To the bath then" Pulling the red silk close and tying the cloth belt In front of her as she began walking Verialyn headed for the door. This was a good opportunity to test her memory and see how well she had memorizes the palace layout. Therefore she did not wait for Marc or Yul to lead the way but strode purposefully along the hallways following her own guidance.
 
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The baths proved to be fairly simple to find, the journey taking her past Xorien's study. It was obvious that he and the magistrate had found their own entertainment judging from the sounds within, though the woman's moans seemed to have more pain in them then pleasure. Neither of the two slaves following her chose to comment, remaining silent until at last they reached the baths.

Eventually she was as clean as she could be, both because of and despite the best efforts of her attendants, and returned to her room. At some point during the evening slaves had unpacked her belongings, weapons and armor set on a rack near the door that seemed to have been brought in for the purpose while her clothes had been placed in the closet and mingled with an assortment of garments in more local styles, with even more in the cabinets along with her valuables and money. There were also fresh and clean sheets upon the bed, neatly turned down for her and anyone else she chose to share it with her.

One way or another, sleep eventually came.


Verialyn was awoken by a gentle tapping upon her bedroom door, the early morning sun filtering in through the curtains on her bedroom window. After she gave some sort of sign she was awake the door opened slightly, Dillen glancing it to see if he was allowed in before coming carrying a tray with a large, steaming mug of coffee, a small jug of milk and a bowl of sugar. "Good morning, mistress," he said politely as he came in, lowering the tray so she could reach it as she lay in bed. "Would you care for breakfast in bed, or will you be joining Master ro Quaric and his guests?"
 
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"Why would I want to miss the opportunity to get to know more of master ro Quaric's illustrous guests?" Verialyn smiled back up at the slave before beginning to move. Indeed, the more she could learn about the merchant's business relations the better. As her upper body rose the silken sheets slid off her nude body until she swung her legs over the edge on the side opposite Dillen and nimbly rose to her feet in all her naked glory. Her arms stretched upwards, giving him a nice view of the muscles playing over her bare back as she forced the last remains of tiredness out of her body.

"And now the age old question of what to wear ..." Plucking her lower lip between thumb and index finger she approached the first of the big wardrobes, where Dillen had deposited the selcetion of dresses he had brought to her room yesterday, and began her rummaging. Rather quickly she settled on a dark green affair, it's cut not quite as elaborate as the one she had worn last night but also on the elegant and surprisingly modest side. It was short sleeved, sporting a moderate cleavage, with only sparse embroidery around the brims and clearly designed to hug her frame tightly dow to below her hips, where it then widened into a skirt flowing freely around her legs, again promising uninhibited mobility if necessary. And it even came with a pair of heeeled sandals of base black leather adorned with fine inlays in a green matching that of the dress. To her wicked delight it also seemed to be based on the notion that the wearer would not use any underwear.

Holding the dress in one hand and the pair of shoes in the other she turned back to Dillen. "Would you maybe help me get dressed again?"
 
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Dillen nodded enthusiastically, quickly helping her into the dress and expertly adjusting it until it fit as though it was made for her, her luscious body filling it quite nicely. He also offered a similar thong as with the last dress, designed to provide modesty while being virtually invisible through the dress, and helped her lace up the sandals as well. When at last she deemed herself ready he led her through the home back towards the dining room.

The scene was much the same as it had been last night, with only a few differences. The Prophet was nowhere to be seen, his chair left empty. The magistrate seemed just as half-aware as he had been the night before and Madame Torona just as camly self-assured, but the biggest difference was in the ro Storecs. For one, Penni was actually silent. She was seated in her husband's lap, her own chair abandoned, smiling sweetly as she plucked fruit or morsels of bread from his plate to share with him.

As Verialyn sat down to join the others over a meal of fruit, eggs, sausages, fresh breads and pastries and coffee, the conversation eventually turned to how she might get herself settled within the city. Several landmarks were named and described to help her find her way, the basics of expected behavior in the streets covered, and numerous shops described. In the end she came away with at least a basic idea of how to get about in Ael Morish, and the rough locations of a few different shops, including both a tailor and an armorer, that were likely to give an employee of Xorien a discount.
 
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The sign hanging from the beam protruding out of the wide front of the lofty house matched the one on the card Verialyn was holding almost completely - a woman with a fan. The three story building itself exuded distinguished wealth and elegance, large windows of delicately painted glass interrupting the harmonious timber brick frame of the front, the stone and wood clearly of high quality and kept meticulously clean. It spoke highly of Madame Tarona's contacts and influence that she was able to maintain this establichment in a neighborhood that according to the crash course she had received this morning belonged frimly to the upper class, evidenced by the immediate surroundings. It also spoke of her subtlety that no overly outward signs of the business conducted inside could be noticed from the outside. Whoever needed to know about it seemed to do so already, crude advertising obsolete.

Well, she soon would learn more. It had not taken too long for her to find her way. One or two polite inquiries gave her enough pointers that a march of less than twenty minutes brought her to her destination. Wearing the same green dress she had worn during breakfast - the thong Dillen had offered rested comfortably in her bedroom in Xorien's estate - she stepped close to the entrance with a slight sway in her hips and a light tingling in her stomach that usually came in tandem with bouts of curiosity. Without hesitation one slender hand lifted the knocker of again surprisingly neutral design and let it drop back onto the wood of the door.
 
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There was barely a moment's pause before the door opened, a fairly large and muscular man opening the door and standing aside to let her enter. The room immediately beyond the door was a small antechamber, a pair of small tables with a vase on either side and a pair of tasteful nude portraits framing the opposite door the only decoration. "Welcome, my lady," the man said with a bow towards her. He made no motion, but she could always tell when somebody was appraising her for weapons and sizing her up in case she needed to be forcibly removed. When she stepped through he closed the door behind her once more before stepping forward to the other double doors to open them for her as well.

The moment the door opened she could hear the music, a pair of young ladies with a flute and a lute sitting in the corner of the room and playing a relaxing, harmonious melody. The large room beyond was a lavish as the antechamber had been sparse; several large and plush couches formed a rough ring around the center of the room, numerous young women in various states of undress lounging about. Every one of them was beautiful and skilled, their every motion designed to show off their toned bodies, an effort that was much appreciated by the handful of men with girls in their laps. Similar rooms seemed to be on either side, a set of stairs leading up to what was undoubtedly more lavish rooms. Even more paintings and works of art hung on the walls, some of the girls upon the couches recognizable in the art as they struck far more alluring poses.

Verialyn had barely stepped inside before a girl, perhaps about nineteen, was beside and entwining her slender arm in hers. "Good morning, mistress," the girl said in a low purr, her tanned skin covered by a series of veils expertly bound together; it looked as if a single tug in the right place would disrobe her entirely. "Would you care to take a seat? Perhaps have a drink?" she asked as she began to gently lead her towards an empty couch.
 
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Verialyn followed the guidance of the yound girl for now, doing her best to match the friendly welcome. Measured steps brought her closer to the couch while her eyes secretly scanned the room. After the "introduction" she had received at the Madame's hands in the ro Quariic estate she now was exceedingly careful beneath her relaxed facade, on the lookout for any ever so subtle hint at something out of the ordinary.

Apparently she was - not surprisingly - mistaken for a customer. As apparent it was judging by the girls reaction that female patrons were no unusual sight inside these walls. Only, it was not exactly why she was here. Nor would it have been what she would choose were she here for her personal entertainment. As such she would have expected at least some male employees besides the doorman, but it was not her position to question the way Madame Tarona conducted her business.

Speaking of which ... "I might have to clear up a misunderstanding, though." she began, smiling at the girl at her side "I am here on invitation of the madame ... on a business matter" she added.
 
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