[Harem Girls] The Massage Parlor

You step forth, your boots are heavy enough to sound through the quiet building as blues shine through the window to your right.

Tori ...

You pause, hearing the name. You weren't sure whose it was or how much significance it had. You look to the side as you hear soft breathing, and there large beds were arranged through the room. Young, curvaceous women slept in small tops that hardly covered the main temptation of their breasts. Each woman wore a color of their own, perhaps reflecting which they preferred.

It was clear this was a sort of brothel.

The smell of sex was coated with perfumes and incense in attempts to drown it out. These women became so accustom to this smell they probably gave it little to no thought. You did not feel shame or guilt for stepping before them as they slept. The darkness willed it, and so you stand. You look over the women, noting one with short hair, clad in crimson. She seemed at peace, as did the other pair...