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"Uhm, h-hi. P-please t-take care of me!" said Fey.

"So cute! oh gosh, I love her already!" The catkin bounced on the spot sending her chest wobbling in a way that magnetically attracted the eye. A thin line of precum oozed from the tip of Fey's dick and left little spatters on the marble. Fey swallowed, suddenly feeling a little dry mouthed.

As the catkin and Fey gave each other increasingly warm looks Ellaria handed over a stack of coin she retrieved from the dimensional bag to the pleased Madame.

The drake adjusted his cigarette and blew out a plume of pleasant smelling smoke.

"I'm not going to let you go at it in the lobby again Abby."

"Aw. But it's so much fun having eyes on me while I'm getting reamed, and then when others join in, plugging all my holes, mmhff!"

"You're banned from that after that incident with the orc tribe. Come on, this will be a private affair."

The drake waved his claws at the horny catkin and she huffed, spinning on her heel. Her tail ran up the drakes leg as she turned, seemingly accidentally but probably on purpose.

The drake gave her a slightly exasperated look but the four of them left the lobby, leaving the Madame behind with the band's money. They went through a pillared doorway, and into the depths of the building. It wasn't long before they came to a heavy looking iron and wood door and stopped.

By this point the catkin was all over Fey, her fingers tracing her broad horse muscles, index finger running down her flank, admiring her stallion strength, feeling the powerful beats of the centaur's heart beneath her palm.

Steam was practically leaking out of Fey's ears and her cheeks were turning pinker and pinker as the catkin felt all up and over the centaur's body. Her cock throbbed harder and stiffer as blood rushed through its vascular length.

"Uhh Abby"

The catkin drew away causing the centaur to let out a held breath.

"Gosh, you're such a stick in the mud Zell."

The catkin stuck her tongue out at him and pushed through the door, sashaying her hips and sending her skirt flicking up to either side, flashing her globular rear at the centaur.

"Uhm, I uhm, I g-gotta go," said the centaur apologetically to Ellaria as she suddenly dashed through the door behind the catkin. Her back legs kicked the heavy door shut behind her.

The drake dragged on his cigarette and let out a cloud of aromatic smoke. He gave Ellaria the side eye.

"Got a story there?"

"Drama." Ellaria sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "It's complicated. I hope that catkin knows what she's doing, Fey is, uh, special, she does everything on the… big side of things."

"Oh certainly, she's incredible. So flexible. You wouldn't not believe how much she can fit inside, I've seen her take a full twelve inches before, crazy."

"Ah, well, I think she might be taking a little more than that… Now and in future"

"What makes you say that?

"Oh, no reason, well, you'll see I suppose."

The drake scratched at his jaw and raised an eyebrow.

"Say, would you like a drink since you seem to be intending to stay."

"...sure."

The drake flashed her a sharp toothed grin and pushed through the door next door to the one Fey had entered. Ellaria hesitated then followed inside.

Inside the room was warm, and rich and full of heavy furniture, a large round bed was in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with various glass containers to one side.

Ellaria raised her brow questioningly at the drake.

"A bedroom? Really?"

"Ahaha, well this is the kind of building where most rooms have beds I'm afraid. Don't worry they all come stocked with alcohol."

The drake moved over to the open fronted cabinet. The upper shelves held bottles of various amber spirits, what drew Ellaria's eye however was the lower part which was stacked with what looked suspiciously like potions. Purple, green, glowing, many liquids in spherical bottles were out on display.

"What are those? More alcohol?"

"Ah no, it seems these got mistakenly left out. These are uh, sexual enhancers."

"This isn't some kind of trick on your part is it?"

"No, not at all, all our more expensive rooms have these, that's actually why I took your friend and Abby to one," he pointed with a claw at a purple potion. "Relaxant. It helps when taking ah, clientele on the larger side."

The drake extinguished his cigarette and then took a bottle of amber down from the upper shelves and poured two glasses, adding a hunk of ice from a hidden icebox at the back of the cabinet.

"My name is Zell by the way."

"Ellaria, but you can call me Ella."

Ellaria took the offered glass then eyed the other potions that hadn't been explained. "I can understand this, with the variety of species there are there must be a need for some magic to ease the process sometimes. What do the other potions do?"

"Easing things is important as you say, some species are not very compatible with others at all, but we find ways. Most of these potions are for fun however, this one enhances pleasure, this one makes a person more sensitive, this shifts pain to pleasure, this one is an aphrodisiac."

The elf could feel the drake's half lidded gaze on her, and she was suddenly intensely aware of how close he was. She could see his tail moving out of the corner of her eye.

Ellaria clinked the ice in her glass and bit her lip as the drake's tail ran up her leg, rounding around her curving bare thigh, touching up against the hem of her short shorts, gently poking beneath the cloth.

"One of my good friends is the captain of a band. It's a stressful job, which is understandable. You know I am very very good at relieving people of such burdens, unwinding, letting go of all the worries of leadership and so much responsibility."