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7.57 - Street Show
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 21:00:05 +0000 UTC"That was a productive outing," Natalie said, stretching her arms above her head as the two of them left the Bordello. "Made some great progress, wouldn't you say?"
"Do you mind?" Vanetta asked, glancing down the street with embarrassment.
"What? No one's around," Natalie laughed, nudging her playfully and earning a glare. "I mean, seriously. Look at the payout."
Opening her pouch of tokens, she displayed their hard-earned profits. The newly enchanted Eros tokens—separated into their own container earlier—gleamed under the starlight. Their earnings far exceeded what Natalie had expected. Two hours spent in the Bordello with Vanetta acting as her courtesan had rewarded them handsomely, easily matching her Arena earnings. And she'd been the client. Vanetta's take was even more substantial.
"I still feel bad about being paid by you," Vanetta grumbled. "Take half. Seriously. We both know that it wasn't—real patronage."
"Speak for yourself. I don't think I've spent my money that well in," she paused. "Ever? Definitely ever."
"Oh, be quiet." She glanced at her, her eyes flicking down her body before darting back up. "It's still weird seeing you naked, even if I know you have armor on."
"Enjoying the show?"
"As if."
Natalie laughed. "If you're feeling guilty—which you shouldn't be—but if you are, pay the favor forward. Like I said, I dunno if I want to deal with the Bordello either. So when it's my turn to work there, maybe you could come be my client. My exclusive client." She grinned. "I'll make a special menu just for you."
"As if," Vanetta growled. "Ugh. You're letting it get to your head, I can tell. We only did—all that—because it was part of the assignment."
"Totally. And when the next one rolls around…"
Vanetta took a deep breath. Plastering on a stoic expression, she said, "I'll consider it. Since I owe you a favor now."
"How romantic. You promise?"
"I promise," Vanetta deadpanned. She faced forward again. "Assignments should've reset. Let's pray I don't have to follow through today."
"I'll be praying for something, I guarantee that," Natalie teased. "Hm. I do wonder what we got. Hopefully nothing too crazy."
"Somehow, I doubt you'd actually mind."
"No matter how many times you imply I don't have limits, I really do."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
"I'm not that much of a pervert. You've got a distorted view of me because of this. Our first mission together." She gestured around at the City.
"This is your fault to begin with, from what I understand," Vanetta retorted. "I don't know what's going on with you or why the dungeon changes around you, but your presence made this happen. So, 'not that much of a pervert'? The dungeon itself disagrees."
It was a strong argument, unfortunately. Natalie puffed her cheeks out, then laughed. "Fine. Think what you want. But if you already have that image of me, maybe I should try to match it. Or do you think I haven't restrained myself around you?"
Vanetta paused, then narrowed her eyes. Her mouth opened to retort, but she was cut off. Stepping around the corner of a building, a distraction came into view.
A pillory. The structures were situated throughout the City of Eros, though Natalie had yet to see one occupied. The wooden setups with three holes—two smaller ones for hands, the other for the neck—were suggestive enough that even lacking occupancy, she would find her cheeks coloring whenever she spotted one. Especially because they were always out in the open, positioned in the middle of the flow of traffic, guaranteeing that if they were filled with someone in need of punishment, there would always be an audience—even if just an accidental one comprised of passersby.
Passersby like Natalie and Vanetta, who were, all at once, abruptly greeted with a woman locked up in one such pillory. Naked. The City of Eros would hardly allow the imprisoned to keep their clothes.
That would've been a sight on its own—a woman locked up in the middle of a busy street, nude, her ass sticking out as she was bent over at a near ninety-degree angle, with her wrists and neck secured by wooden restraints. But it wasn't just the pillory that was occupied. So was the woman herself.
A city-goer had taken up her civic duty of punishing the criminal. A woman, positioned behind the other, with her lower armor stripped off and her top remaining. Loud clapping filled the air as she pummeled into the other girl, sweaty and moaning her audible satisfaction—making only slightly less noise than the pilloried woman herself, who was enjoying her punishment more than a criminal ought to.
Cheeks heating up, Natalie peeked at where the two girls were joining and confirmed, indeed, it wasn't a strap-on: another woman had gotten her hands on 'extra equipment'. The City of Eros—or Lust in general—was apparently fond of providing such means. Natalie guessed that made sense. She'd been the first person Lust had chosen to bestow in such a way.
She wondered if the phenomenon would leak out of the dungeon, somehow. Whether the City of Eros would provide a permanent ability to change one's body in the way Natalie's had. It would make explaining her situation easier, at least, on the surface. Assuming the City of Eros became common knowledge—which it had to, unless something strange was going on.
Natalie's eyes lingered on the two vigorously fucking women for a few moments, and, while a nice sight, she shrugged and made to keep walking. Pausing, she found that Vanetta had likewise stopped—and hadn't yet torn her attention away, gray eyes comically wide at the unexpected lewd sight. Natalie watched the other girl, amusement rising with every moment Vanetta continued to stare, blush deepening.
Eventually, she leaned down to murmur in her ear, "Enjoying the show? And you called me the pervert."
Vanetta jolted and faced Natalie, freezing when she realized she'd been caught. She stammered out an excuse. "It just—caught me off guard. What are you implying?"
"Nothing. But, you know, you could probably join in. Looks like her mouth is free."
"You're—disgusting." Huffing, Vanetta hurried back forward, firmly keeping her eyes down to avoid the street show. Laughing, Natalie followed her.
Comments
Alex V
Poor Vanetta :D
Cynical Pasta
I love the mix of sexiness and humour, it's delightful
