You hear loud yowling

A few loud yowls echo out of the alleyway. Probably just a couple of cats banging, but your curiosity gets the better of you. Following the increasing sound, you dont find stray cats. You've found "9Lives", that new brothel you've heard about. The place utilitizes neko boys as escorts for clientel. Sounds like a new and exciting experience, so you head on in. It's extremely well furnished and polished. In high contrast to the decaying street it inhabits. You soon remember where you. Catching sight of it, a blonde neko boy is having his guts skewered on a werewolf's knott. Another boy, this one with green hair, is getting railed ontop of a table by, what appears to be, an armored soldier. The green haired neko is cationic with a euphoric expression plastered onto his face as drool dribbles out of his mouth and nose. His stomach is bulging up and down with every thrust.

You're surveying is interrupted by a tap on the shoulder, "Excuse me, ser?" Turning around shockingly reveals a centaur. His long hair slick back and tied into a hairbun. A silk vest covering his chiseled human torso. You're just about to respond before stuttering at the sight before you. Underneath the centaur is a red haired neko boy strapped and situated on the underbelly of the horse body. Tethers and a collar hold up his head. His eyelids are unevenly half shut. A vacant stare while his mouth lazily hangs open. Your attention is brought back to the centaur politely reasking his previous question, "Excuse me, ser? May I help you?"

"You may..." you say still stunned. He responds more enthustically, "My name is Tomas, may I interest you in our menu?"

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to see it." Tomas trotts a bit way over to what appears to be a check-in desk. You see Tomas' massive dick shake in and out of the red neko's obscenely stretched ass. Tomas grabs a fancy embroiled menu from a bookcase of them, then makes his way back to you. "Here you are, ser."

He hands you the menu, "Thanks... Question, why is the red neko straddled underneath you?" Tomas looks down as if he'd forgotten the neko boy, "Ah yes, he was a bad kitty. He scratched and hissed at a client. As punishment, it's his turn to be used by our wealthiest cliental, various draconic clients. This is merely his training. I heard rumor a drake is coming specifically to use this lad underneath me. If he's satisfied, we'll've hit a jackpot." You give an understanding nod. "Is there anything else you wish to know ser? If not, I must go relieve myself in the urinal."