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Ayszel gazed wide-eyed about her at the many naked and vulnerable forms of Dhani she had seen in a very different light since she was born. She had felt the insatiable hunger as a snakeling, the uncontrollable anger and erratic emotions of a youngling and the beginnings of control that came with young adulthood. However, she had never felt the hedonistic lustful desires that filled all Dhani during th spring, until this season. For the first time she had begun to feel the bubbling excitement in a place lower than her stomach, a place she had never explored.
Perhaps it was because of the bejeweled boy, he was the first time inspire the feelings after all, but a part of her felt it was more than just him, he was simply the catalyst. Perhaps other young adults in other cities who experienced the first inklings of arousal interpreted it as love as Ayszel had heard about from the Priestesses in her childhood. However, she had grown up in a city where love and lust walked lines so radically different even a youngling could have told the difference. It was flaunted in the caverns, as Dhani with one love were found pressing others up against the wet walls or those who had been bound by sex for years turned to another for their life partner. Along this line her thoughts had ranged leading her to The Scenery, the heart of hedonism in Zinrah.
Ayszel walked along the edge of the wall, careful to stay away from the many scenes unfolding before her. Ropes and rods and ribbon bound and choked many of the slaves or submissive partners a writhing show before many onlookers. She was only drawn away from the spectacle before her by the broad buxom face of one of the owners. Ayszel recognized her immediately, Snaxan, she was whispered about by the snakelings and younglings when they were first allowed to leave the nest and had been the source of many torrid gossip when she was growing up.
However, she knew nothing about the woman besides the often contradicting gossip. A smile slithered across her face when she saw the young obvious newcomer. It was easy to tell them apart from the others Snaxan thought, they had the same awkward contracted body language. Ayszel glanced along the length of the womans body from her feathered hairpiece to her large swooping earrings. She was somewhat garrish in her garb and jewelry; everything overtly large and loud, except for her smile which Ayszel thought, genuinely slithered over her face.
“Good Evening Ms…” Saxan paused, allowing Ayszel to fill in the sentence.
“Ossclyashlayszel”
“Ms. Ossclyashlayszel. I am-“
“Mistress Lymeorssysnaxan” Ayszel finished for her with a respectful dip of her head.
Snaxan smiled more broadly and chuckled in reply, “Indeed. Am I to assume you haven’t been here before?” Ayszel quietly shook her head, watching the pale brown eyes of the woman shift over her obviously uncomfortable form. “Well why don’t we go talk in the sitting room then, fewer distractions. I can explain the rules to you and then perhaps I can show you around, unless you would be more comfortable exploring by yourself?”
“Oh no...I would very much like a tour.” Ayszel replied struggling not to squirm under the flirtatious gaze. She answered far more out of obligation and politeness than truth, but perhaps in Snaxans company I no one will think I am here to play. She thought, not quite ready to explore.
77th Spring 5015 AV
Ayszel gazed wide-eyed about her at the many naked and vulnerable forms of Dhani she had seen in a very different light since she was born. She had felt the insatiable hunger as a snakeling, the uncontrollable anger and erratic emotions of a youngling and the beginnings of control that came with young adulthood. However, she had never felt the hedonistic lustful desires that filled all Dhani during th spring, until this season. For the first time she had begun to feel the bubbling excitement in a place lower than her stomach, a place she had never explored.
Perhaps it was because of the bejeweled boy, he was the first time inspire the feelings after all, but a part of her felt it was more than just him, he was simply the catalyst. Perhaps other young adults in other cities who experienced the first inklings of arousal interpreted it as love as Ayszel had heard about from the Priestesses in her childhood. However, she had grown up in a city where love and lust walked lines so radically different even a youngling could have told the difference. It was flaunted in the caverns, as Dhani with one love were found pressing others up against the wet walls or those who had been bound by sex for years turned to another for their life partner. Along this line her thoughts had ranged leading her to The Scenery, the heart of hedonism in Zinrah.
Ayszel walked along the edge of the wall, careful to stay away from the many scenes unfolding before her. Ropes and rods and ribbon bound and choked many of the slaves or submissive partners a writhing show before many onlookers. She was only drawn away from the spectacle before her by the broad buxom face of one of the owners. Ayszel recognized her immediately, Snaxan, she was whispered about by the snakelings and younglings when they were first allowed to leave the nest and had been the source of many torrid gossip when she was growing up.
However, she knew nothing about the woman besides the often contradicting gossip. A smile slithered across her face when she saw the young obvious newcomer. It was easy to tell them apart from the others Snaxan thought, they had the same awkward contracted body language. Ayszel glanced along the length of the womans body from her feathered hairpiece to her large swooping earrings. She was somewhat garrish in her garb and jewelry; everything overtly large and loud, except for her smile which Ayszel thought, genuinely slithered over her face.
“Good Evening Ms…” Saxan paused, allowing Ayszel to fill in the sentence.
“Ossclyashlayszel”
“Ms. Ossclyashlayszel. I am-“
“Mistress Lymeorssysnaxan” Ayszel finished for her with a respectful dip of her head.
Snaxan smiled more broadly and chuckled in reply, “Indeed. Am I to assume you haven’t been here before?” Ayszel quietly shook her head, watching the pale brown eyes of the woman shift over her obviously uncomfortable form. “Well why don’t we go talk in the sitting room then, fewer distractions. I can explain the rules to you and then perhaps I can show you around, unless you would be more comfortable exploring by yourself?”
“Oh no...I would very much like a tour.” Ayszel replied struggling not to squirm under the flirtatious gaze. She answered far more out of obligation and politeness than truth, but perhaps in Snaxans company I no one will think I am here to play. She thought, not quite ready to explore.
