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The crowd cheers and whistles at her explosive reveal, and many of those masked faces keep to their rapt attention. Mia's tail thumps against her host's lap, much to his pleasure. Komodo sips a drink from her glass, pulling in her catboy toy onto her lap, using the scene to try some of the moves on him.

Arya shudders, her fingers making their way to Mauruvius's excited shaft. Never had she been in such control, yet not manipulating someone. Even with Tobias, she got him to do what she wanted with force. Mauruvius came to her willingly to join in this dance, and the blood flow in his red length tells her all she needs to know about his own desire to have her.

Her tail slides up, shifting perfectly in line with the canine's mouth. Now is the time for him to play in the dance as well, and when the warm tongue laps against her scales and at her sex, she can't help but tighten against him, to demand more of that attention, to have more of that limelight.

She slithers her head up beside that length, running parallel to it and nuzzling her cheek up against his manhood. They've practiced this routine, but even so, she has figured the need to mix things up.

She slithers over his body, her scales across his thigh, her entire upper body now out in front of him, holding her hands out to the crowd, swaying and dancing her form in a flexible undulation. The music that plays behind her a steady beat that keeps her going as she twists herself, looking up to him, his length now resting just below her chest.

She lets her fingers glide up from his body, teasing him as she runs them up along her sides and up her chest, squeezing them together before she gives him a wink that she allows the rest of the room to see.

And, keeping up with that beat, she slides that length up between the crevice she makes, milking him with the shaking of her body between her chest.

He pulls his mouth free, gritting his teeth and hissing. Obviously a show, he could continue to please her if he so desired, yet she wanted to concentrate and to have him focus on the scales stimulating him, scratching an itch he's bound to have had since they first met.

So, he rocks his hips in the same pace that she has, each of them swaying and pumping, rocking and rolling in a synchronized syncopation.

Though the music blares throughout the building, they can communicate, looking into their eyes and telling each other how close they are becoming for that explosive finale. The cream of the crop, the final push to send all those seeking the Pleasure Society for pleasure would be able to find.

Yes, they have practiced, the the finale of their act, the final anointing of her place among these wonderful people was only simulated. The blood rushing through his loins is so vibrant and warm, and the way that he rises to the occasion tells her that the time has finally come. She throws her head back and lets go of her self, her hands outstretched towards the audience, inviting them symbolically to join in her freedom to leave the troubles of the world behind and to become embraced in people who care about her.

His groan erupts from his throat, whether to show off or as an involuntary reaction, she does not know, but soon she feels that warmth spread around her as it breaks free of his body, shooting off into multiple releases, raining down upon her chest, upon her chin, upon her face, and onto the stage beyond.

Mauruvius slumps back, panting against the pole. She holds onto him, that tight embrace of her tail keeping them both from slipping away. Her hands make their way to her face. How unreal that she would allow herself to do this, yet here, such degradation is life-affirming. It is nature. it is pleasure, it is... fun!

The song stops as the spotlight diminishes, and the wild roar of applause and whistles from the audience give her all the vindication she would ever need. Mauruvius pats her side, letting her know it is time to go, and she slowly uncoils herself. As she turns around to right her view of the room, she sees Mia, who gives her a great big "thumb's up" before returning to her new friend, undressing him completely.

Arya glances up towards Komodo. Has she impressed the lady of the house?

Arya's face still glistens, even in the normal light, and her smile is wide, genuine, well and truly happy with herself.

But the face she sees looking back at her strikes the smile right off of her face. And in that moment, the sound of orgiastic groaning and shouting forms a pit in her stomach. The naked and rutting animals all around her nothing but a Bacchanal of horror and perversion.

She collapses to the ground, her stomach heaving as she clings desperately to the stained stage in front of her. Mauruvius's voice is a distant memory, his calming words like a dream she has awakened from, only to find herself in a nightmare. For it is when she looks to the front of the house that her eyes match those warm, familiar, and disappointed look of a rat in a suit, who turns his head away, and runs out the door.