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Despite the crowd filling the room, a table had been set
aside for her towards the back, but with an unobstructed view of the
stage. Clearly Brahm had taken careful
consideration to find the best spot to put her.
Once she was seated, it didn’t take long for the owner to appear with a
bottle of wine and a glass for her. She
blushed as he approached. How was she
going to be able to look him in the eye after last time? He knew that she knelt in the dirty little
stall and sucked on strange men’s penises.
“Welcome, Your Highness.
Oh excuse me, I didn’t mean to say that so loudly. Maybe I should call you something else while
you’re here? I don’t want to attract
attention.” The man spoke genially, and
with a bit of familiarity. After all, he
had coached her on giving blowjobs and had put his hands in her dress.
“I suppose you can call me Lyriena while I am in the public
areas of the club.”
“Are you sure you want to use your real name? A little more anonymity might be advised.”
That was a good point.
“You can call me Amerei then.” A
moment later she regretted it. What possessed
her to use her mother’s name? But it was
the only one she could think of on the spot.
“Amerei? How
lovely. Maybe I can call you Ami for
short. You came on a good night, Ami,
tonight we’re having a very special event.”
“I noticed that the crowd seemed unusually large tonight,
Brahm. What is going to happen?” What sort of wicked, depraved thing could
generate this much excitement among the jaded audience of a sex club? She thought, after all her experiences in
Ruar this week that she couldn’t be surprised, but she was wrong.
“It’s an insemination party.” Brahm smiled as he watched the princess
freeze. “Always a big draw. One of our girls is ovulating, and is willing
to risk getting impregnated by the crowd.”
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