Tit for tat.

"The Gold room on the South side is available for you now," the receptionist drones, her voice completely devoid of life, head downcast, and looking at you with eyes full of remorse, like she's regretting telling you this. The satyrs give her an acknowledging nod, and as they walk past her, they all have a quick feel or pinch.

You don't walk past her. Instead, you grab her wrist and gently stroke the back of her hand. "Well then," you coo, stepping into her and caressing her cheek with your fingers, "why don't we set the mood a little?" Her eyes go wide and she freezes up in shock, as lusty stares from all around, and the stink of renewed testosterone fills the air. "Don't be afraid, my sweet," you continue, getting in even closer and switching your hand around to control her head, "I just want to kiss you." Keeping it still, you bite your lower lip and make your move, forcing your tongue past her lips and into her mouth.

That small exchange of saliva is enough for your minds to link. I need your help. In exchange, I can offer you an escape from here. You hiss quickly. Cup my cheek if you understand.

She does so, albeit a bit too quickly, kissing you back with fevered intensity.

Slow down! They'll get suspicious. You think to her, sliding your hand down to grab her ass. Turning around smoothly and shifting your head, you give her a clear view of Kiv. See that one? He has a contract in his pocket. Get that for me, and I will see that this place reduced to nothing but ash.

But how? She responds, moaning slightly as you begin to lap and nibble at her neck. If any of them sees any of us girls not getting fucked, they'll chase us down.

You thought she'd say something like that. Follow my lead. Breaking away from her, you take her hand and lead her in a direction that isn't South. Your entranced and en-flamed audience follows suit, breathing heavily enough to cause an unnatural breeze. Which way to a storage room or something? Somewhere we can be alone for a moment. Following her directions, you rip the door open, shove her inside and slam it shut, securing it in place with your wings and tail before anyone else can get in.

"Moan. Quickly!" you whisper, before letting out a sensuous, sultry sound, while your hands work fast. Her moan is weaker, and sounds completely forced, but it should be enough to trick the idiots on the other side. Making all the right noises, you hand over to her a pin that you've just shaped into a crude ring and enchanted. Put this on. It will make you invisible to all but me.

Nodding, she puts it on, and you can see a faint shimmer appear around her. Nodding to her, you tell her to stay close to you when you open the door. Tussling your hair, you make a great orgasmic groan, and hear the deep growls from outside. Giving it a few of beats to build the anticipation, you pull the door open, lean heavily against it, breasts rising and falling with your heaving breaths looking frazzled and hungrily at all of them, but specifically at your targets. "Right... now where's that Gold room?"