...At a Dance Show?

I stumbled forward into a room decorated with crystals and mirrored surfaces to maximize the illumination. I turned around to see that where there must have been a door, I could only feel a solid wall. I could see the outline of a door, but no way to go back the way I came. Only forward down a handful of steps to find myself in a small intimate stage with six couches set up around it. Beyond the stage was a glass wall that revealed the most fantastic city I had ever seen.

I looked out to see that we were on what could have been the hundredth flour of a building looking out at a metropolis where towers of metal, glass, and stone that stretched over a mile into the sky seemed commonplace. Every style of architecture I had ever seen, and a few I had never heard of, were all embraced. The people of this city built structures that put the big cities back on my home Earth to shame with structures and forms that literally defied the laws of physics. Countless lights of every color illuminated the night to reveal the countless people moving through the skies. I was awed at the idea that on this world, flying chariots, skyboards, and countless other methods of aerial transport, including just learning to ignore gravity like a Z-fighter, were commonplace.

Four of the six couches were occupied by dudes that I happened to recognize being attended by two anthro **** girls. Sam was there with a lioness and a bunny girl feeding him grapes as they rubbed his muscles. I saw my gym teacher, Mr. Mastrjiokimo. The man who used to hit me with his clip board when I could not run fast enough for him was sticking his tongue down the throat of a mouse girl between draws on some gnarly herb as an equine anthro licked his feet. There was the man from the bathhouse before, the first guy saw take the offer to fight. He was giving an anthro-robin a massage while the other girl assigned to him, a dog-anthro I think, he let her eat the food that she was supposed to be feeding to him.

Then, there was Phil. "Oh man, look, the dude has a white loincloth instead of a red. I bet that means he is a virgin. Aren't you, we were all just saying how we wonder what the girls that banged us in the dark looked like, since." Phil slapped the ass of the squirrel girl who looked uncomfortable being pawed at by the asshole I knew for an uncomfortable fact had a thing for torturing nipples. "But we all are wearing red, and you aren't. We all said that we had already had sex. You said you had not. Am I right?"

I wanted to punch the asshole who had made middle and high schools so fucking miserable for me. <You are not permitted to batter target chattel. Dominance assertion subject to permission of owners or authorities.> I remember my nails digging into my palms as my fists shook.

"Sir. Please. Take a seat. Allow us the honor of serving you." I heard a woman's voice say. I looked to see a blonde anthro mink gently direct me towards a vacant couch where an anthro-rabbit was waiting with a tray of fruit and cheese. "Just relax and enjoy yourself." the mink **** girl said. "You just focus on enjoying the performance, and let us worry about making sure you enjoy your last meal." she said.

I nodded and got comfortable. I let myself get nestled in their furry bodies and allow the scantly clad quasi-humans to feed me enchanted delicacies.

Before long a sixth guy arrived through the doorway. He was also dressed in the white loincloth, which did make me feel less terrible. But looking at the scrawny, bewildered, pizza-faced boy who looked at the world like someone who was missing their glasses. I hardly felt like I was in good company.

"Excellent. A full hex." A woman said, coming from the stage door as the last arrival took his seat. "Welcome champions. This will either be the end of your life, or the beginning of your new one. May the gods admire your courage. I will be your socialatrix for the evening." Her hair was purple and green which matched the dress with a plunging neckline that she wore. The first time you see a person wearing genuine dream-silk, one cannot help but be hypnotized by the sight of the way the ethereal substance seems to appear as solid as smoke as it seems to both cling to its wearer as it fluttered about like it has a mind of its own. As I looked at the exaggerated, almost clownlike makeup the woman wore, her lack of **** tattoos were what stood out to me as the alien voice in my head began to buzz, uploading all sorts of procedures and protocols for me to follow. "Now boys. Focus on watching the performance. Give these refined ladies your full attention." I swear her words felt like a lash on my psyche. I sat up and put my mouth on auto-pilot. Letting the slaves fill my mouth with delicious food and drink while I watched as sextet of belly dancers came out with their finger cymbals ringing in time as they strutted onto the stage like a very sexy rainbow.

The six women ranged in age from older than my mother to as young as Kylie. They moved with perfect unison in their shimmering color coordinated bedlahs. As we watched them, the women on stage were watching us. I had heard the phrase 'she devoured him with her eyes' before, but it was when those scantily clad noble ladies were looking at me that I felt like I knew what the phrase really meant. Three in particular, a plump woman with copper skin and strawberry hair, a girl who looked about my age with her golden hair in ringlets, and a slender bald woman with the darkest skin that I had ever seen, gazed at me with some particularly hungry expressions.

After the group dance ended, the six noble ladies took turns performing a solo. The six women disappeared behind the stage and each one took turns coming out in a new, unique, and often elaborate costume to perform a dance that I thought was intended to arouse the guys watching. To a fresh isekai who knew nothing about the prayer economy or ambrosia mining, it did not make a lot of sense, but I was hardly complaining.

Each dancer would finish their performance the same way, by dropping to their knees and bowing down in our direction to the idol to the god Horath and the goddess Shasti in union that hung above us. As each dancer rose to her feet, she would take a seat at the side of the stage. Each woman put their whole self, mind, body, and soul, into their performance. I had never seen anything like it before. But I had never seen anyone performing for gods that they know are watching; gods who tip.

After the last of the ladies had finished their performance the socialatrix, now dressed in blue and black, pressed a small wafer onto the forehead of each of the ladies which began to glow with a rune that the binding enchantments did not translate for me at the time. In hindsight, they were numbers, the prayer-slips worth of ambrosia each woman generated with their performance.

"Did you enjoy that, slaves?" The officiant asked without expecting a genuine answer. "I hope you boys are not too stuffed. Because now that you watched the ladies perform, it is time for you to perform."
(Okay, I admit it, I am adding the pun in the English version and that what she really said was closer to "Now that you have seen the spectacle of the prayer dance of such ladies of noble stock, free of all bindings and bondage, show gratitude with a display of quality stud work." But all of this dialogue is me doing my best to translate several Dragnosian languages into whatever you are reading this in, so forgive my linguistics if they happen to seem quirky.) "Lets start with the bulls." She said, pointing to Mr. Mastrjiokimo and the other dude who looked closer to forty than thirty. With a few gestures, the woman conjured a leash of hardlight in each of her hands that led to the binding tattoos around the two men's throats. My old gym teacher and the other man got on stage and upon being commanded to do so, removed their loin clothes to let the ladies see the size of the studs' packages. The woman screamed in delight as anthro slaves went about filling the nobles' wine goblets.

"Who will take them?" The socialatrix asked. Three women stood up and upon comparing the numbers on their coins, an order was established. The woman with the most ambrosia wrapped her arms around Mr. Mastrjiokimo before giving the man a passionate kiss. The gym teacher smiled as he, the woman, and the two anthro **** girls walked up the steps through the portal we had come through, which now swirled with blue energy.

The second bull was chosen and the third woman, a skinny young woman with pale skin and jet-black hair sat down looking disappointed and moderately annoyed. "Now for the bucks." The socialatrix said as she pulled Sam and Phil to the stage and ripped off their loin clothes in a moment of passion which elicited more joy screams from the ladies present. I could tell that Sam was embarrassed and wanted to cover himself up, but the **** codes forbid a **** from covering themselves of their own accord.

Phil seemed to have no problem with this and laughed as he shook his shaft around for the girls. "Yeah! Let me hear how you like it!" He said, flexing to show off his muscles. The women screamed and the socialatrix had to get everyone to calm down.

When asked who wanted them, the plump woman strawberry blonde and the skinny raven-haired girl both stood up. When they compared their numbers, the larger of the two women smiled and put her arms around Phil who looked less than pleased as his companion laughed while she pushed the former football player towards the portal. The skinny brunette smiled bashfully at my old friend. "Your a real Earther?" the girl asked.
"I am a real Earther, Mistress." Sam told her as she took his arm.

"What is that like?" She asked as the pair disappeared through the portal.

"Last, but certainly not least. Our boys." The socialatrix gestured and I and the other virgin were pulled onto the stage.

I let out a yelp as my ****'s body was put on display, fully exposed, for the two noble ladies. Physically, they could not have been more opposite. One was a blonde haired blue eyed girl in her early twenties who looked to be only a few inches over five feet tall. The other was an ebony skinned statuesque woman who towered over me with a bald head that gleaned in the light.

As they compared the glyphs on their coins, I wondered which of them would choose me, and what they intended to do with me.