Yanshang Teahouse

Yelan felt a surge of anger and humiliation as she was led out of the alley. The leash was tight around her neck, a constant reminder of her new status as a captive. She tried to pull away, but the agent's grip on her arm was firm. They emerged onto a bustling street, the sounds and smells of Liyue Harbor assaulting her senses.

People stopped and stared as they passed by, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Yelan could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body burning with shame.

The agent leading her seemed to relish the attention, his head held high as he pulled her along the street.

Yelan's cheeks burned with shame as she felt the eyes of the crowd upon her naked form. She tried to keep her head held high, but it was difficult to ignore the stares and whispers. The agent led her down the crowded streets, ignoring the murmurs and pointing fingers. He seemed to enjoy the commotion he was causing, the power he held over her.

As they walked, Yelan couldn't help but notice the strange looks she received from the people around her. Some looked disgusted, while others looked... interested. She couldn't believe this was happening to her - just a few hours ago, she was a skilled and vigilant agent, on the lookout for Fatui activity. Now she was nothing more than a captive, a plaything for the very organization she had been warned about.

As they walked, Yelan noticed that they were heading towards Yanshang Teahouse, a casino disguised as a teahouse that sells only high-quality teas and "other goods." Under the original owner's policies, the Teahouse exclusively serves wealthy patrons, and admittance to the Teahouse requires paying an upfront deposit. Chuyi's rude attitude deters ordinary, less wealthy people from entering.

The Fatui agent leading Yelan smirked as he pulled her closer towards the entrance of the teahouse. He knew that once they stepped inside, Yelan would be surrounded by the elite of Liyue, all of whom would be eager to get a glimpse of the infamous Ministry of Civil Affairs.

As they approached the door, Yelan could feel the eyes of the crowd on her. She tried to pull away from the agent's grip, but it was no use. She felt a mixture of shame and anger as she was paraded through the streets like a prize.

The agent leading her smirked, clearly enjoying the attention they were receiving.

As they reached the entrance of Yanshang Teahouse, he pulled Yelan inside, making sure all eyes were on her.

The teahouse was lit, with soft music playing in the background. The patrons were dressed in their finest attire, sipping tea and enjoying the atmosphere. Yelan's eyes scanned the room, taking in the luxurious decor and the elegant guests.

The agent leading her pushed her forward, making her walk down the main hallway of the teahouse. He stopped in front of a large room, where a group of people were gathered, laughing and chatting. The agent turned to Yelan and smiled, then gestured for her to enter the room.

Yelan hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had **** but to follow.

As she entered the room, the conversation stopped and all eyes turned to her. Yelan felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized she was naked, except for her thigh-high boots and the Fatui mask on her face. The room was filled with the elite of Liyue, all of whom were now staring at her, their faces filled with a combination of shock and desire.

The agent who had brought her into the room smiled smugly and gestured towards a large table in the center of the room. On the table was a large dildo that she was going to use. She felt a mix of fear and anger as she realized what was about to happen to her.

As she was pushed towards the table, she tried to resist, but it was no use. The agent grabbed her roughly by the hair and **** her to kneel in front of the table. He then untied the black rope that was binding her wrists, leaving her completely ****.

"Get up on the table," he commanded, his voice firm and commanding. Yelan hesitated for a moment, but then she knew she had ****. She slowly got up onto the table, her body trembling with fear and anger.

As Yelan stood on the table, she could feel the eyes of the crowd on her. She could hear the whispers and the gasps as they took in her naked form. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, but she refused to let it break her.

She took a deep breath and slowly began to stand over the large dildo on the table. She could feel the weight of the crowd's gaze on her, but she pushed the feeling aside and focused on the task at hand.

She slowly lowered herself onto the dildo, feeling it enter her wet pussy. The sensation was intense, and she gasped as it stretched her open. She began to ride the dildo, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. The room fell silent, with all eyes on her as she moved. She could feel the heat of the crowd's stares, but she didn't let it distract her. She kept her eyes focused on the dildo, her movements becoming more urgent as she rode it harder and faster.

As she rode the dildo, she could feel herself getting closer to climax. Her breathing became ragged, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The crowd watched in silence, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and awe. Yelan could feel the tension building inside her, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.

With a loud moan, Yelan finally reached her climax. Her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, and she threw her head back, letting out a long, low groan. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their eyes never leaving her naked form.

The Fatui agent who had brought her here smiled smugly, clearly pleased with the show.

As the applause died down, Yelan slowly stood up from the table, trying to maintain her composure. She could feel the heat of the crowd's gaze on her, but she refused to let it break her. She looked around the room, her eyes meeting the hungry eyes of the elite patrons. She knew that this was only the beginning of her humiliation and degradation.

The agent gestured for her to follow him, and Yelan reluctantly did so. They walked through the teahouse, the crowd parting to let them through. Yelan could hear the whispers and murmurs of the guests, their eyes never leaving her naked body.