The Velvet Abyss
The Velvet Abyss loomed before Virael, its velvety purple exterior shimmering faintly under the evening light.
Her face remained a mask of neutrality, her usual professional composure unshaken as she stood at the entrance.
Gone was her tailored blazer and lace-trimmed blouse—tonight, she had slipped into casual attire that blended effortlessly with the crowd.
She wore a fitted black top that clung to her curves, its neckline dipping just enough to hint at her cleavage, paired with snug leather pants that accentuated her long legs.
Her spiraled horns gleamed subtly, and her glasses rested low on her nose, framing her sharp eyes.
A simple silver necklace dangled at her throat, catching the light with each breath, but her expression betrayed no hint of the anticipation simmering beneath.
She approached the entrance, where two towering bodyguards flanked the door.
Both were muscular women, their broad shoulders and thick arms straining against their tight, dark uniforms.
Their ample breasts pressed against the fabric, and a noticeable bulge strained at their crotches, a clear sign of their futanari nature.
Their skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, and their stern gazes softened only slightly as Virael stepped forward.
One of them, with short-cropped red hair and a scar across her cheek, stamped a glowing violet mark onto Virael's hand with a firm press.
The other, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, collected the entry fee—three silver coins—her fingers brushing Virael's palm with a lingering touch.
Virael paid no mind, her neutral expression unwavering as she passed into the manor.
Inside, The Velvet Abyss lived up to its name.
The walls were draped in rich velvet, a deep plum hue that seemed to pulse with the low hum of sensual energy.
Chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the curves of the decor and the figures moving within.
A woman approached to escort her, her presence striking.
She had a lithe, toned frame, her skin a warm caramel shade that glowed under the light.
Dog-like ears twitched atop her head, and a bushy tail swayed behind her, wagging slightly as she moved.
Her outfit was a skimpy leather harness that barely contained her full breasts, the straps accentuating her narrow waist and the gentle swell of her hips.
Her green eyes sparkled with a playful glint as she gestured for Virael to follow.
The escort led her down a plush hallway to a room that was deceptively simple.
Inside was nothing but a large, cushioned bed with crimson sheets, its surface inviting yet stark.
Virael sat on the edge, her posture straight, her face still a blank slate.
The escort tilted her head, her tail giving a curious flick.
"Would you like something to eat or drink, miss?" she asked, her voice a soft, sultry purr.
"No, thank you," Virael replied evenly, her tone devoid of flirtation or eagerness.
The woman nodded and produced a menu, its pages adorned with elegant script and suggestive illustrations.
Pleasure dens like this operated on packages—clever ruses to inflate profits, offering no single services but bundling experiences into tiers.
Virael's mind flickered to Elaria's instructions: test everything.
She scanned the options: the first package promised light bondage and teasing, the second included dual activities with a partner, and the third offered intense play with tools.
Her lips remained a straight line as she considered.
"Is there a package that combines all three?" she asked, her voice calm.
The escort shook her head, her ears flattening slightly.
"No, miss, but you can avail all three, one after the other, if you'd like. Would you be interested in purchasing all three packages?"
Virael paused, her gaze drifting to the second package.
Her finger tapped the page where it noted activities "for two."
She arched a brow.
"This mentions a partner. I came alone."
The escort's smile widened, revealing a hint of sharp canines.
"No need to worry, miss. If you have no partner, we can pair you with someone… compatible. Someone like you, if that's your preference."
Virael nodded once, her expression unchanged.
"For now, I'll take the first package."
She reached into her pocket, withdrawing the required gold coins and handing them over.
The escort's fingers brushed hers as she accepted the payment, her smile growing as she pocketed the money.
"Perfect," the woman cooed, her tail wagging faster.
"Please wait here, miss. Your experience will begin shortly."
With a final sway of her hips, she slipped out of the room, leaving Virael seated on the bed, her neutral facade intact, though a faint heat stirred beneath her calm exterior.