To a place of great depravity and lust

“I don’t know if this is such a great idea,” Tera muttered as the trio approached the large brick building that was their goal. Having traded in her already skimpy uniform for a decidedly skimpy white skirt that reached just below her loins and fit snugly around her firm, round derriere, a simple white band of thin cloth that ran over her heavy tits, pressing the massive orbs together tight, and a pair of stiletto heels that caused her to flex her substantial leg muscles with each step that she took, Tera was causing quite a few heads to turn.

“It’ll be fine.” Hauk replied, still wearing his loincloth but having traded in his ordinary belt for something slimmer, and his boots for a pair of sandals. His reply was less meant to soothe Tera’s apprehensions and more as a statement of fact.

Hearing her two latest lovers speak as they strolled down the street, Neferites allowed herself a faint smile. Apart from her ordinary jewellery, she was wearing high-heeled boots made out of black leather that reached up to just below her knees, a thin black leather thong and a bra, which also was made from black leather.

Even if they had all decided together that they should pin their hopes on Demonica seeking out places of depravation and lewdness, going to just this place had been her idea alone.

It had come to her within a few seconds of them reaching an agreement, and it had immediately struck her as being the obvious choice, the Gordor Social Club was perhaps one of the most outrageous brothels in the entire, the kind of place that you went to if you wanted to see a whore lick your cum straight out of another whore’s asshole, while a third one was busy sucking you cock hard again.
And Neferites was on a first-name basis with its owner, something which would be very convenient for her and her two friends.

After entering the building and stating their business to the pair of bouncers in the lobby, the trio was brought up to the owner’s office.