"Why we would be surprised by your aspect or sudden apparition?". Retorts N'Ïrk, hearing a kind scoff from the Owner of Kinksters, who continues glancing at the group with growing interest, gesturing to them the artifacts on the shelves, a clear invitation to check the contents of her shop.
"Is not obvious «Mercenary»?. All your companions are incredibly attractive. In comparison. I am lacking in all the womanly departments. Large breasts, wide hips, perky bubble buttocks". *Ahhh~*. "Spank one of them and i give you One. No. Two or even Three items…".
⟨ What?! ⟩. Is the unanimous thought in the minds of the group. All the items inside of Kinksters are not average, most of them have a minimum of Two Novas of Exoticness, which is barely below the development The Tyrant's Grasp had before N'Ïrk arrived at the City of Gould'Dïmïur.
"Surprised?. My last client was not too different in his reaction. He is a handsome young man with an amazing electric tongue who took away alot of me. Though the orgasm was so intense that i have to admit, it was worth it. Too bad he was a novice. I bet he should be a lot better by now…".
"Are you for real with your offer?!". Questions Káth'Dria, ignoring the short nostalgic ranting of the Owner of Kinksters.
"I am always straight with my words Half Tarzön. You see. Here. Or better said. In all the establishments of the Kinksters's Franchise. There is a peculiar rule that always prevails. For each orgasm you give to the Owner. Which is none other than Myself, you are given a nice juicy discount. But is based on my criteria. So you better not let pass the opportunities i provide".
The Chocolate Bombshell doesn't even think about it, turning around and bending over, presenting her firm buttocks to the man she secretly loves, sending a seductive gaze to N'Ïrk's green predatorial eyes, showing how much she is craving for the rough touch he has. Oblivious of having achieved what he wants to do with Gagk'Xannia, but with Káth'Dria, managing to seduce the latter in Two different occasions.
{What a direct way of expressing she wants to be intimate with me}
"Do you need an invitation Meat Mushroom?. Come on!. Don't hesitate!". The Half Tarzön twerks her large buttocks, causing a surge of heat in the room's temperature. Káth'Dria ls gorgeous, and her distant attitude always mellows whenever she is near N'Ïrk.
He snorts, playing along but barely brushing his nails over the stretched fabric guarding the firm flesh of Káth'Dria's buttocks.
The featherlightly soft caresses are a type of foreplay utterly foreign to the Chocolate Bombshell's experience.
When she lost her virginity, and the following sexual encounters with N'Ïrk, were tough and fast, plagued with unbridled relentless passion.
Harsh thrusts and oppressive strong holds, made her learn the position she has in their inexistent relationship, as their bond is limited to be pure camaraderie with occasional intercourse.
Seeing the desire burning within Káth'Dria's orange glowing eyes, causes an amused debonair smirk on N'Ïrk, letting the Half Tarzön suffer from withdrawal for a few seconds more before satisfying her, along with fulfilling partially the Voyeur tendencies of the Owner of Kinksters.
The spank is extremely hard, bypassing the Emeneld's golden layer before delivering a delicious ripple that travels across the dark skin of Káth'Dria.
Her pained moan is ecstatic, shamelessly opening her beautiful maroon lips, enticing Dyll'Phá.
The Righteous Damsel is unaware of the two crushes that had awoken in her feelings, and observing the lustful display between N'Ïrk and Káth'Dria, is a breathtaking view that is instilling a conflict in her interests.
Being the one who spanks the Half Tarzön is tempting. But receiving the slaps effectuated by the towering female is an idea that borders the seductive whisper of corruption that represents the last twisted option.
Pinned down, totally defenseless and at the ruthless merciless disposition of N'Ïrk's lecherous fantasies.
Yet, Dyll'Phá knows that she only has to say «Enough» to stop N'Ïrk from overdoing his ministrations, but she knows the same wouldn't be an option with Káth'Dria.
The Owner of Kinksters moans and bites her lips, everyone in the group is a freak in bed.
The seeds of their kinks are already planted, rooted even, but they still need a last push to bloom and flourish into a web of unending pleasure.
Fortunately for the students. The Owner of Kinksters excels in this specific field.
After the little show, the group is quick to delve in the marvelous and exotic contents of the shop's shelves, encountering a large array of products.
From sharp or blunt weapons, to guns, jewelry, clothes or books, even furnitures are located at the back of the store.
{What a mess!. But this has it's own charm. I kinda understand why Vluk'Shïan like so much the Mystery Boxes, the expectancy and uncertainty can be intoxicating. Giving a nice change of rhythm, like it happens in the repetitive life style of the City}
The tour through the shelves finally comes to fruition. Several objects and items have caught the group's interest.
Among them, the more evident ones are the different sets of accessories, outfits, and Combat Equipment, in which are included a couple of weapons, showing that N'Ïrk is not the only one anxious.
After all, everyone got caught flatfooted with the Catastrophe that literally weakened all the inhabitants of Dhägna'Hür, taking several lives in the process.
Not needing a discount, N'Ïrk pays for everything the group wants to purchase from Kinksters.
Leaving the Mall, they return to the Mansion of the Preppers Fraternity, were Niveilia prepares a quick meal, having a nice dinner before they arrange themselves in the bunk beds provided by Hát'Thöry.
Which are quite comfortable and spacious, taking a wide area from the room, but not causing an oversaturation due to the size of the chamber.
Nevertheless, they will finally have a decent night of sleep after their elongated «Normal Day».
Meaning their lessons will be held almost as if nothing had occured, obviously, with some minor alterations, because many students died in the calamity, disjointing the Trinities that were originally designated to compensate for the shortage of Freshmen…