Check out the commotion

Curiosity gets the better of you, so you follow the shouts of excitement and rush of conversation along with the gathering crowd around the corner to the other side of the marketplace, emerging in a large square. The crowd has arranged themselves in a rough semi-circle around a large brick building with two stories, but all of the activity seems to be in the front yard of the structure and although you can see people pointing and commenting, you can't see anything from this angle. You have to edge around a few anthros to do so, and a big boar looks ready to strip off his loincloth and give you a face full of his balls as he sees you moving closer to the front of the group to get a glimpse of what everyone is gawking at. You also come surprisingly close to being squashed under a big red dragon's sweating balls as he presses forwards and squats down over your prone form in preparation to start humping and grinding, but you're spared all but a few droplets of musky sweat as a tug on his tail calls his attention to a fox he recognizes and he lays down and starts pleasuring himself on the anthro instead, his little roars and moans of pleasure lost amidst the crowd's continual conversation. Moving around a couple who are arguing animatedly with one another, both men gesticulating as they turn from each other to the yard and slowly back to shout over the general conversation once again, you edge a bit to the side so they aren't shouting in your ear as you witness a sight that is more than a little unusual.

Prancing delicately through the grass is a large dragon with light green scales, winking and purring at the crowd as she turns to waggle her rump at the onlookers, which is enclosed with an enormous pair of frilly pink panties. You aren't well-versed in either dragons or women's undergarments enough to know exactly how strange a sight this actually is, especially in a city like Igrandramnyr, but judging by the crowd assembled, this isn't a daily occurrence. It strikes you a little as well that the dragon seems to be drawing attention to herself directly, as she bats her eyelids and thrusts her covered loins at the air, whereas most dragons you've encountered seem to proceed with rubbing their butts or genitals against whomever takes their fancy at the time after a simple hello and a nuzzle. Though you're still new here, so maybe this is part of some celebration you're unfamiliar with? Dr. Grufftun at the University certainly didn't mention anything like this in his letters, but he also seems to have glossed over the part about most dragons here being incredibly eager and horny creatures as well, so there's a lot you might be missing. You watch as an ermine approaches the dancing dragon, proffering her a silver coin between his lips, as at least one of his paws is too busy down his loincloth to hold it out to her, she giggles at him, planting a kiss with her large green lips on his forehead, before nuzzling across his erection with her snout through the loincloth and motioning him back towards the crowd with another nuzzle across his chest. This scene is repeated once more as a leopard comes forwards and the dragon licks her from loins to chin, planting a small kiss on both of her breasts before nuzzling her back to the assembled onlookers.

As it seems the dragon is just interested in teasing and presenting herself, despite the added curiosity of her fancy panties, the crowd slowly starts to disperse, a few interested enough in the dragon that they approach her for some teasing of their own, but then all stand silent and as a high-pitched note resounds from the entrance to the large building, and two more dragons emerge. They strut and smile, a lovely lilac and a pale yellow reptile as they say a few gentle words of greeting to the assembled, and then all three dragons turn and bow their heads down to the grass as a fourth emerges from the building, dressed much more elaborately than her companions. This dragon wears a little scarlet cape of crushed velvet just above her wings, and in addition to having panties of such a sheer dark material that they're almost transparent, wears a spectacular headband comprised of a silver hoop and adorned with the feathers of male and female peacocks, which falls and shift around her ears and ram-like horns as she moves like enormous leaves in the wind. This beautiful burgundy beast stands and purrs as she observes the crowd for some moments, a few actually bowing before her in imitation of the statue-like stance of the dragons. She unfurls her lovely wings, brimming with wine-red feathers, before clearing her throat and addressing everyone present.

"My friends, welcome! Welcome to the Sisterhood of the Shining Starlight. I am the night priestess Auriel, and these are my Sisters and followers in our faith," she nods in turn to the other three dragons, who stand and smile at the crowd as they are acknowledged.

"Issit some sort'a church, then?" a man calls out from the crowd in confusion, and a few voices begin to murmur in consensus. Auriel smiles and shakes her head side to side.

"Our practices do not resemble any sort of church of which you are familiar, save perhaps for some of the Cults of Kolkumet, though we have a broader doctrine," the dragon explained, and the conversation rushed through the crowd, ignited with speculation, for Kolkumet's followers widely practiced homosexual relations between human and anthro males as a path towards spiritual enlightenment and understanding.

"It's just women, then? Women dragons?" asked the confused man. The couple nearby you start arguing amongst one another again, though you can't tell with their dialect exactly what is being said.

"No, no, perhaps that was a poor comparison," Auriel shakes her head again, causing the peacock feathers to swoosh about her head and her little cape to rustle. You can't take your eyes off her headdress and your gaze is drawn intensely whenever she begins to speak, "Our Sisterhood is driven to explore our sexuality as fully and actively as possible. We believe our bodies are a conduit which is connected to the spirit, all of our spirits- and ultimately the Great Spirits Themselves- by sexual communion. When we take pleasure, and take pleasure with others, we are uplifting not only our scales but our souls, and becoming closer to the harmony of the gods."

"So, then... it's more of a-" began the confused man.

"Yes," Auriel smiled ear to ear and you feel your heart beginning to beat a little faster, "It is more of what you understand as a brothel, albeit one led by dragons, inviting all guests who wish to pleasure us and themselves, and accepting all donations as gifts to the cause. But you should understand, sex is a sacred action for us, and we are not asking for your money. In fact, we would ask for your attendance upon us, should any of you wish to join us as followers."

Auriel raised her head and sang forth another pure tone, the note resounding in a strange echo and silencing the crowd which had begun to converse fervently at her unexpected explanation. Everyone's gaze was drawn upwards as the windows of the second story of the chapel...brothel...structure... opened to reveal a half dozen more dragons, four females with soft fur and shiny scales and two large males, identifiable by the briefs they wore in place of panties. This distinction became more obvious as the dragons stuck their hindquarters out of the windows to tease the crowd below, the bulges of the males showing through the front of their underwear. Out of the main doors of the brick building emerged even more dragons, until the yard was filled with these clothed followers, gently milling through the crowd as they nuzzled and thrust their loins at the air, turning to waggle their frilly backsides at everyone. A fat female with fuchsia scales slips down her panties as she waggles her rear at you, her tail lifting to reveal her anus and a slit so aroused she begins to drip on the grass even before her hole twitches and a long fart comes roaring out. You hold your nose and groan, backing off a little as the crowd laughs, especially the large anthros; everyone here is more used to giving or receiving farts than you are, after all. Auriel lays in the grass and observes the scene contentedly, smiling as her sister passes gas, and sliding a claw underneath her and down inside her panties as she observes your reaction.

"As you can see, all of us are in the peak of our heat, and wish to take our pleasure with you while the opportunity is nigh," Auriel continues to pleasure herself, sighing and panting in the middle of her speech, "We ask that you make your donations as you see fit in honor of the goddesses of the stars and the gods of night, and please understand that while we present ourselves and invite you now while day still holds dominion, it is when the sun sets that we shall truly celebrate ourselves, from henceforth." Auriel removed her claw from herself and stood to address the other dragons, "Please, my Sisters- and Brothers!- enjoy yourselves with all who would join you, and let any who wish to join us in our holy endeavors come and speak with me."

Partaking heartily of her own doctrine, Auriel lays on her side in the grass, sliding down her panties and masturbating as she watches the other dragons begin to approach any in the crowd who have decided to remain to partake of these strange festivities. Those who remain are swiftly inserted into vaginas or smooshed under large rumps, and a rabbit finds himself eaten by an eastern dragon, clearly humping against the beast's belly from the inside as the noodle opens his mouth to belch out his loincloth. It appears not all dragons wearing frillier underwear are females either, as another eastern dragon curls around a human to rub his soft balls against the man's face, you see his panties in the grass sticking out from under his hind legs as his torso moves rhythmically. Not everyone apparently wants to be played with by the dragons, and as you see one of the males peeing on a gecko and the other rubbing himself on a human, you consider this probably isn't much different from what they have to put up with daily being residents of this strange city, but perhaps in a way this is more organized? Less disruptive to daily life? The fuchsia dragon's butt in your face as she farts again and again interrupts your thoughts, but maybe Auriel has a point. She is very beautiful, you admit as you watch her purring in the grass, talking with the red dragon who almost humped you earlier about the rites and responsibilities of the cult, and if you're going to support yourself, this might be a lot more pleasurable than studying the doctrines of Kles or Agurin all hours of your day.