A ceremonial chamber and a debt to pay

Beyond the threshold was something unlike anything any of the Bravos had expected to find in this dilapidated old ruin.

It was a sizable chamber, with the twenty foot wall that had slid aside by way of a entrance taking up only some half of the wall. At it's entrance, surrounded by a vibrant blue fabric embroidered in gold and trimmed in red, lay a fountain. Like the rest of the chamber, it was built of a deep, black stone. But while the walls were woven out of heavy, unevenly layered bricks, the fountain was a magnificent, elegant creation. Arched in the shape of a great black dragon, it shined like polished gemstone, wings arching out toward the high ceiling of the chamber. It's hind legs knelt in the stone, but it's forearms creased at the elbow, arching upward to create a bowl of draconic fingers which sat exactly at chest height of the Naga as he led them toward it. The stone dragon's head arched forward, and tilted down, so that his maw could fall open and spill out a steady stream of water that caught in the splayed hands, swirl a moment, then trickle out down the stone where holes made invisible by the stonework caught it and clear it away.

The Naga hissed something by way of instructions and approached the statue, slithering up the steps with a pious deference before dipping it's hands into the water, rubbing them vigorously together, then placing a finger against the crease of it's serpentine brow and slinking slowly backward, head lowered.

With the other two gawping at the beautiful work of craftsmanship, just generally standing around awkwardly, Fuu was the first to approach. Her long legs stepped gracefully up the steps, long bare thighs flitting out from between the gaps in her robe as she ascended. Like the Naga, she lowered her head in deference, washed her hands, then placed a drop upon her forehead and backed away.

"Should we...?" Robin looked at her hesitantly for a moment, then approached to do the same, with Emmaline performing the final obeisance.

The Naga shifted a brick in the wall and the wall behind them began to rumble closed again, leaving them in the strange, pressing darkness of a room well lit with the pure, sterile whiteness of arcane gem-lights set into the ceiling, yet utterly drained by the sheer blackness of the stone that surrounded them.

With that done, he approached Robin gathering her to follow him, which she did, led along by her own curiosity. Robin traipsed after him the few meters it took for him to reach a stony bench set into the wall. Swirling into it, he turned to face her, arms stretched along the back of the bench and crotch protruding upward obscenely. The slender creature still only had the one cock on display, but was full erect, stiff, slick, and throbbing with arousal. Robin's eyes widened as she watched a tiny globule of something she knew to be sweet and intoxicating ooze from his tip, swell, then spill lazily down the length of his shaft, viscous and shining.