Tralik led Chryssa down a hallway that had ornate decorations on either side; the spaces between the carved wood was covered with screens and she realized that she could look through them. They were obviously on a higher floor, as the hallway allowed them to look down onto rooms below, all of which were just as gorgeously decorated as the other areas of the House she'd seen so far. There were four of them, three of which were occupied.
Her steps slowed as she looked down, looking at the occupants.
The first room on the right side was empty, but on the left there was an alien who looked like he must be the same species as Hrrak as well as some kind of many-legged creature, both of whom were sitting and talking with females who were feeding them something as they conversed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tralik turn to see what she was looking at, but he didn't yell at her or tell her to keep moving, he just let her look.
That room was boring, so she moved forward to the next room on the left, which had a bunch of Lickens and a large number of women, all carousing together. It looked more like a party than anything else, except it was a lascivious party where the Lickens were being free with their hands and the women were posing and preening for them. Opposite of that was a room with three females and one Licken. Two of the females were human, another was humanoid but had skin that looked like gold and hair of the exact same shade - obviously not from Terra. All three of them were completely focused on him and Chryssa got the sense that they were competing for his attention.
"That's Lord Plath," Tralik said, coming up beside her and looking down on the room. "He's very popular with the girls. Very picky too."
And very attractive. Heavily muscled, with long pale blonde hair that made his greenish skin look almost natural, the Licken Lord fairly radiated power.
"Who are the Lickens in the other room?" she asked. "What are these rooms for?"
"His men. These are the entertaining rooms, where the clientele can pick out which girl they want to spend their money on. Anything offered in these rooms is free, but it must be OFFERED, not taken."
One of the women below, a dark-haired, curvy beauty, slid down to kneel between Lord Plath's knees. Platinum teeth flash as he grinned at her, spreading his legs to welcome her in. Just like Chryssa had, the black-haired woman undid the laces of his trousers, freeing the dark green cock inside. From this angle, Chryssa couldn't see exactly what the woman was doing, but she had no trouble imagining what was happening as the woman's head began to bob up and down.
"Why would she do that..." Chryssa muttered, a rhetorical question. She just didn't understand why the woman would offer a service like that for free.
