Mea chooses something naughty

Page twelve stops them cold 'Human Platters' featuring sushi arranged on oiled male torsos or chocolate-dipped strawberries nestled in female servers' navels. Below it, the 'Cocktail Specials' section details drinks served with "fresh cream" illustrated by a photo of a waitress straddling a patron's face, her fingers working between her thighs to drip directly into his waiting mouth. Another shows a female patron holding out her glass and sticking out her tongue waiting to receive from a fit black waiter stroking over her.

Mea's fingertip taps the glossy photo of a bronzed waiter pouring liquor straight from his cock into a giggling woman's martini glass. "Think we should order room service?" she murmurs, shifting closer until Max can feel her damp heat against his thigh, her fingers tracing the menu's 'Extra Toppings' section where options include 'Edible Glaze' and 'Warm Cream Filling'.

Max's chuckle vibrates against her temple as his fingers slide higher up her inner thigh, pausing just shy of her still-sensitive folds. "You planning to lick chocolate off some stranger's abs?" he growls, nipping at her earlobe while flipping to a page showcasing 'Dessert Servers', shirtless men with whipped cream peaks dotting their pectorals. "Or should I call for the 'Cumshot Sampler'?"

Mea lets out a low, feline purr, her eyes scanning the menu with a hunger that has nothing to do with food. Her finger drifts past the appetizers and the main courses, landing on a bold, handwritten section at the very back of the booklet: 'The Buffet Table', a service where three to five staff members arrive to 'serve' the guests in any capacity requested, including an 'All-You-Can-Eat' option for those who want to be filled. "Actually," she whispers, her voice thick with newfound boldness, "I think I'm still hungry for something... substantial. How about the 'Meat Feast'? Five of the resort's strongest men, all at once. Feeding me...and stuffing me with their meat"