Dance of the Damned

Sixty-Nine

I had never been inside a brothel before. Peccatum Urbs in Ardor was the closest I had come to such a place, and even that was more like a cavern compared to what we walked into. The room was filled with small mattresses, round cushioned chairs, and bean bags, with people engaged in various sexual exotic activities on top of them. More than half of them were completely naked, while some of the girls wore skimpy clothing similar to my own. Some of them were even tied up with rope. Why would they allow themselves to be tied up like that?

Zeddicus scanned the room with his eyes, searching for the general. "He's not here yet. Come, sit on my lap, and we'll pretend like we're getting to know each other," he suggested.

I allowed him to take my hand and lead me to a black cushioned chair. As we passed a large mirror, I caught a glimpse of our transformed appearances for the first time. I looked ordinary, with dull brown eyes instead of my vibrant purple ones. My blonde wavy hair was now long and dark, and my skin had an olive hue instead of being pale.

Zeddicus, too, looked completely different. His skin was pale instead of his usual dark, mocha color, and his hair was short, red, and curly. We looked nothing like ourselves, just as Octavia had promised. He sat down on the chair, pulling me onto his lap, with me sitting on his right leg. His hand rested casually on my lower back, while his other hand rested on my thigh.

I glanced at the people sitting next to us, and my face immediately flushed red. A girl was sucking dick like her life depended on it. I had never done anything like that before, and it felt wrong to watch someone else engage in such an intimate act. "Just don't expect any of that," I whispered to Zeddicus.

He chuckled. "It won't go that far, love. Although if you insisted, I don't think I'd be able to say no," he teased.

"I definitely won't," I replied stubbornly.

"Whores don't blush when they see a cock," he whispered into my ear. "You'll have to pull yourself together before the general arrives."

"I don't blush," I argued. "I was just caught off guard. It won't happen again."

"Not even when I do this?" he asked, his hand trailing up my thigh, reaching the edge of the short red dress. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

"Easy peasy," I replied with a forced grin. I almost let out a sigh of relief when his hand returned to my knee. He was right. I needed to pull myself together.

A naked girl passed by, carrying large cups of ale, and Zeddicus stopped her, giving her some coins in exchange for two cups. We sipped on our drinks and engaged in casual conversation until I noticed Zeddicus's gaze shift upwards, his eyes fixed on a man who had just entered the room. The man was tall, with short black hair and pale green skin. He appeared to be around forty years old and had a slight beer belly. "That's him," Zeddicus whispered to me.

Crypt went straight to the bar to buy a drink and then sat down at a table a few feet away from us. Thankfully, we were close enough to hear any boasts he might make. Zeddicus placed his hands on my hips and turned me to face him. I positioned one leg on each side of him, causing my dress to hike up even shorter, and I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath it. The pair I had packed was too dark and could be seen through the thin fabric.

"Pay no attention to him. Just look at me," Zeddicus instructed, his hands still resting on my hipbones. I nodded and followed his lead, feeling his hands move down to my ass and squeeze slightly. Then, he softly kissed my neck. "Is this okay?" he whispered into my ear.

"As long as I don't have to suck anything," I tried to joke, but my voice came out quiet and slightly squeaky. He chuckled and moved his lips back to my neck as my hips began to slowly grind back and forth on top of him. It was difficult to remain silent as I felt his tongue against the side of my neck.