Fuu converses with the elder

She tried her best to put it all from her mind. The way Emmaline strode across the room, hips swaying and breasts bouncing perversely as she leaned into the natural eroticism of her movements. It was a little over the top, flying well past subtle seductive charisma and instead passing into something flamboyant, even silly. Emmaline slipped out of her skirt with a practiced ease, simply grabbing the corner tie and tugging it loose, revealing that she had always been a single gesture away from baring her shaved cunt to the world. Another tiny tug saw her breasts bouncing free and Emmaline took a moment to lean forward, her thick ass making a taut curve as she let her heavy tits sway beneath her, shimmying her shoulders at the small crowd of snake men.

Fuu turned to see Robin gawping openly at the other woman's display, her jaw hanging slack and her eyes boggled with the audacity of it all. With a moment's shame, Fuu recognized that she had been standing with the same innocent stupification a moment prior, though it had never read so plainly on her face. No doubt, Robin would eagerly, but nervously watch what Emmaline was about to subject herself to, stealing furtive glances from the corner of her eye with a flushed face and thighs that rubbed together as though they were the sticks used to stoke the fire between her legs. Apparently, Fuu had been worn down thoroughly enough that she might have even done the same.

She spared herself that particular humiliation by returning her focus to the elder Naga.

"I would speak with you, honored, elder," Fuu said. "I have traveled much of these lands, as is the precept of the Sacred Goddess, but I have never known a temple such as this. Please, enlighten me with an understanding of that which cherish among the divine."

The first pseudo-auditory flicker of the elder Naga's response passed into Fuu's mind only to be cut off by a sudden flesh smack that echoed off the stone walls and Emmaline's utterly unabashed mewl of submissive delight in response. When she whipped her head around to investigate, Fuu found she could only partially make out the tanned curves of Emmaline's body from between the small horde of snake men that had surrounded her. She caught a glimpse of one wrist rocking up and down, the fingers stroking a slimy red cock drifting in and out of view, a drunken look in Emmaline's eyes as she stared up into the face of her soon-to-be mate and the wobble of her ass back and forth as she rocked her hips, showing off the lingering red shape of a clawed handprint against supple flesh as though enticing them to spank her again, to demean the loose whore and put her in her place.

When she turned back to face him, Fuu found that the Elder Naga's face had warped into something that might have been a smile, though it was difficult to place emotion against the revealed rows of sharpened teeth and the pair of long, pointed fangs.