Lorelei sipped on a clear drink while sitting idly by the bar. Her slave sat on the stool next to her, her green eyes studying every movement that she made, as if waiting to do something. Lorelei tried her best to ignore her, just for now. Now that she was out of Yniseli's private abode, she just wanted a moment to drink something before leaving the Exquisite House for good. Her cleavage was sticking out rather well, and her tail was hovering behind her. She wore a brand new erotic bikini that was, apparently, the newest fashion in Eshirith. It barely covered her nipples, and the straps pressed tightly against her bosom. It came with a short leather skirt and no undergarments. Regardless, she was the only succubi in the club that was clothed.
Her breasts wouldn't stop aching and her nipples were still hard and stiff. Veins were visible, pressing against the surface of her skin, and with each breath she felt her chest growing tighter. She hoped the soreness would pass soon, but feared if she removed the brassiere, she would find a trickle of clear white moisture budding on her nips. She was glad she had the opportunity to wash herself, the warm shower in Yniseli's private room rejuvinated some of her spirits, although there was still a smell of semen on her skin.
She took another long sip. The drink was a spiced vanilla spirit with a subtle and sweet aftertaste. The alcohol was carefully refined from special grains that were infused with elfish magic and blended with exotic fruits to enhance its flavor. Now that most of the reverie was over, Lorelei was glad she got to taste something other than Allucia and semen. Although, that would also be a first for her.
Taloc was a common alcohol that came in all varieties of taste and strength; some were aged for decades and sold in clear glass bottles of elegant design, others were hastily brewed and stored into cheap wood barrels or even rusted tin jugs. The Taloc in Lorelei's glass wasn't so cheap as to have been mixed in a back-alley bar, but it wasn't as refined and well made as what she had during the war and standards even then were rather poor.
The bartender called it a 'Calm Slingshot'. She understood why. The drink soothed her nerves, helping her relax, but after about thirty seconds she felt a sudden jolt to her synapses. That feeling of slight inebriation came on rather quick, she even felt her ears pop.
Strangely, her mind began to focus on all the minor bits of conversation in the club around her.
"The main thing to be worried about are those damn Demiarot's." The officer across the bar, Lorelei assumed he was an agent for the TannReign, spoke nonchalantly to a fellow patron. He spoke as if he wasn't currently having a succubus sucking his cock right now.
Why a spy would care about anything going on in the Vult district was beyond her. Lorelei could only speculate, but ultimately, it wasn't her business. Even if it were, she found it hard to concentrate. Her eyes wandered to a blue skinned succubus dancing on the main dance floor. She was slender with wide hips, and moved across the dance floor with a delicate…
"I'm sucking all the cocks in this room!" The blue skinned succubus declared while gathering a large crowd around her.
Lorelei cringed. Never mind…
"I thought the Redevers were the horny ones but damn those Seasamite's are crazy." A pair of drunken foxkin were discussing among themselves.
"You really want to tap that?"
"Fuck no… We'll…"
"Keep it in your pants, bud."
Lorelei eyed the others at the bar talking about the debauchery on the dance floor. Blue skinned Cubi were known as Seasamite's, just as Lorelei's pink skin marked her as as Redever. Even rarer were the Lailine's, the albino white skinned Cubi like Yniseli.
She knew she would have to leave soon, she had been sitting idly by the bar for too long. Already she had heard plenty of rumors, and had pieced together enough to know that most of the slave trading occurred in the basement, although there were plenty of auctions in the hidden back rooms on the main floor.
While she was thinking, a slave approached her by the bar, offering her a envelope from a silver plater. She held the silver plater delicately; a string of chains connected the edges of the plate to the piercings on her nipples, ensuring she never dropped it by accident. Despite the obvious discomfort, the slave kept her perfect posture.
The human was definitely brain fogged but she seemed to have more awareness than the other slaves nearby. Judging by the tattoo on her neck, she was conditioned using the SMP System. Lorelei heard about it, it was but one of many methods of converting women into sex slaves. That particular one was devised by a Retisant consortium some time ago. It was said to be different than the Cubi methods, using advanced technology in place of magic. Her mind wasn't left blank or broken with mind altering aphrodisiacs. Instead, it was re-written, leaving certain components intact. It would explain how she could keep walking straight, even while mired with all the drugs in the air for so long. She might even have some memories from her past life, but they would be muddled under layers of desires for sensual relief.
Lorelei ignored her, not even wanting to look at or open the strange envelope with the very distinguishable marking on the wax seal.
"C'mon time to go," she tugged at the lease that connected to her slaves collar. Lorelei wasn't about to read the letter or discern its contents. She certainly wasn't going to stick around any longer; now that she finished her drink, she was good and ready to say goodbye to this den of debauchery.
The serving girl looked confused, she followed her for a bit until Lorelei reached the main curtained exit. Once Lorelei was through that silk barrier, the woman ceased, seeming a bit confused, but ultimately turned around to return the letter bearing the masters seal.
"Your coat, m'lady?" Lorelei almost didn't notice the Incubus waiting for her at the door. It was the same one who showed her the back entrance.
"Thank you." She was surprised, accepting the coat. It wasn't the cheap plastic garb she originally came in with but something much more expensive. She was confused, judging by how it felt, it was far too expensive. Synthetic soft weave, almost like spandex but more protective. It might've even been the same material of her bodysuit but designed to cover her like a raincoat rather than a form fitting design.
Confused on how to put it on, the Incubus unfolded it, and then neatly laid it over her shoulders so that it spilled down to her ankles. A magnetic strip down the center linked together in the front so that she was fully covered. There weren't any sleeves, a minor complaint. Its misty dark color was etched with pink and dark red trim. There was a cowl that could neatly cover her face, and it felt strange letting him pull it over her hair.
"What is this?" She asked.
"Just something for you to remember us by. If you're ever in need of decadence again, please don't hesitate to reach out." She realized the new coat came with a card in its inner pocket.
"We'll see, thank you." Lorelei smiled and exited through the front door, her slave in tow. She hadn't decided what she was going to do with her yet. Slave brands took time before they could be removed, so she couldn't free her right away. She supposed she would just have to take her back to her small apartment for now. It's not like the poor thing would survive for long on her own, not without her memory.
As she stepped outside, Lorelei was glad it wasn't raining. She made her way to the main street, noticed the first rays of sunlight piercing through the clouds, and continued onward. It didn't take long for her to notice the man sitting by the tobacco stand, and figured her job was finally done.