"Deities, I feel so...
awkward
here!"
Lily considered her friend's statement, and, in her heart, she had to agree. The Rose Quarter was richly appointed, the buildings made of fine woods, marble porticos, and all manner of richness. She and Nora were intimidated, even in the finery they had saved up for over a period of months, as this was clearly the domain of the wealthy, the mighty, and they... They were not. They felt like interlopers in their corsets and their frilly dresses, fearing that, at any moment, one of these laughing, casually strolling people would turn, notice them, and state coldly "You do not belong here."
It was, after all, a common sentiment in Sentira. The lesser off were not welcome in the higher quarters, unless it was as servants. Still, it was evening, so there were less people about, and they had... A goal. Normally, they wouldn't have cared about a brothel, but this one... The rumours made it so enticing.
"The House of Fulfilment provides your desire. Your deepest desire." Even though few would admit they
went
there, and nobody would
talk
about their experiences (blushing, stammering, even outright stonewalling), it was... Well, who wouldn't?
Still, Nora was expecting her to say
something
, so she spoke. "Don't worry. The directions lead us just down this street, and then we can try it, and get out of here, back home." Lily nodded, but was still clearly uncomfortable, so they hurried onward.
And then... A simple stone facade, a panelled wooden door with a golden handle, and the sign of a seahorse in scarlet. Yes, this was the place. Nora was first to reach for the handle, opening the door smoothly, and...
Both of them stopped in shock. This was even
more
intimidating! Fine silk hangings, a marble floor, couches with red cushions, golden tasselled... They almost couldn't handle it, and were ready to leave, until a voice spoke, and they noticed a lean, tall figure in the room.
"Ah, welcome, fine ladies, to the House of Fulfilment. I am the Concierge, and my function is to put visitors at their ease." Both stared, but not in intimidation. Finely slicked back black hair, high cheekbones, sumptuous lips, and deep green eyes... He was certainly... Welcoming! Nora was the first to speak, haltingly.
"Oh, that's... Very kind of you, and..." she gestured around the room "This is certainly a fine place you have here! We, er... We heard about you from some friends, and..." She looked down, blushing, unable to continue. The Concierge smiled, and it was a smile of warmth.
"No, no, I understand. It is somewhat awkward to talk about what we do here, for many of our customers. So please, be at ease, for our goal is exactly as you've heard. We aim to provide our customers with deep satisfaction, their desires manifested, and that is very much our pleasure." He smiled again, and the girls blushed harder. "We don't judge here, only provide. And I would be happy to explain how, if you would be so kind as to provide the payment."
Lily and Nora nodded. The payment was the one detail they'd always been given, and, while it was expensive, they were so intrigued that they had saved up, not only for the dresses, but the fee. Still, it was not without hesitation that they both pulled out the drawstring pouches, and the Concierge, with an understanding look of sympathy, took them gently and bowed. Lily was the first to speak.
"So... Nobody would really tell us
how
you do this, and... Well, nobody would really tell us what they went through, so... I must admit, if it wasn't for everyone we've met saying nice things, we would be..." The Concierge broke in.
"Skeptical?" Lily nodded. "That's perfectly understandable, on both your part and theirs. Simply put, it's a very real illusion, constructed via enchantment on this place, that reads your desire, and fulfils it." They both cocked their heads.
"Illusion? So..." Nora scratched her head, an uncharacteristic gesture that she quickly stopped, looking at the Concierge. He didn't seem to mind, so Nora let out a breath. "So... Does it feel... Real?" The Concierge grinned.
"Oh yes. We offer a full refund to anyone who isn't satisifed, and I'm happy to say, from establishment records, that only once has that happened in a hundred years."
Lily gaped "A... Hundred years? You've been in business that
long
?" The Concierge nodded, and his grin was mischievous. Both of them processed this statement in awe. "Well... Do we have to do anything, beyond, er... Thinking of our desire?"
The Concierge nodded, his face more serious. "Yes. You have to explicitly give the house itself consent. You may withdraw it at any time within the illusion, and you will be pulled out, if it is not to your taste. But this ritual is important. After that... You merely both step through this door." He gestured, and they noticed another panelled door, at the far end of the room.
Images rushed through their mind, of all the things they could do, all the people they could... And, almost simultaneously, both spoke.
"We consent to the House of Fulfilment providing our desires and needs, and we thank you." They looked at each other, startled at the timing, then laughed. The Concierge smiled. "You may enter freely, honoured guests. The House... Awaits."
Tentatively, they walked to the door, opened it, and... Blackness. The room inside was very dark. They looked back at the Concierge, he nodded, and, steeling themselves, they went through.
Then...
Everything
went black...
Later, who knows how much later...
Lily opened her eyes. Everything was... Blue tinted. The room still wasn't
well
lit, but it was lit enoough that she could see, and it was... Not as well appointed? Why was everything blue, and why...
She was naked. And floating. It was only because her head was tilted upwards that she was seeing the room, and, as she processed what she was seeing, she gasped.
"Nora!" It was reflexive, a cry to her friend, but... She wasn't sure it
was
her friend. Her friend... Her friend wouldn't have that look of almost blank ecstasy. Her friend wouldn't be in a stock, her breasts bouncing forwards and backwards. Her friend wasn't pregnant, and yet... Milk was flowing freely from her breasts, into some sort of glass tubes, then rubber, pumping that milk...
Somewhere
. And behind her... Behind her was a man of sorts, a red skinned man who thrust into her ass and pussy alike, gripping her lasciviously and firmly as she cried out and moaned. After what felt like an eternity, her eyes focused a little, and, between her gasps of pleasure, she spoke.
"Ah, hah... Li-ly... I thought... Aaaah!... Such
wonderful