>>5174544>>5174760>>5174844>>5175149 You can’t stay long—tonight is too critical to your real mission. Still, it behooves you to at least get to know your newest coworkers while you’re here anyway, earning some coin and maintaining your cover identity. In the last two months, you have become a dominant force in the brothel’s internal politics, and a ruler must know something of her subjects!
As you ready yourself to meet the latest recruits, you discover that you have run out of the body oil which helps to hide your scaly patches of skin from public discovery. They haven’t started to rise into pronounces scutes, or to revert to the darker shade they tend to assume when you neglect to oil them, but if not attended to by some means, they will be obvious tomorrow. Some might assume them a skin condition but… Well, perhaps it’s best not to chance it. You suppress your self-consciousness, reminding yourself that at the moment they look only like slightly-dry skin, or a small patch of rash, and you finish changing and go to meet the girls.
“Didiane,” you greet the golden-blonde beauty, formerly of Goldenrod fame, “I ssee you took my offer sseriously! And you brought friends…”
Didiane returns your greeting, and she introduces you to two other female humans she has brought with her: Aubrey and Luna. Aubrey is brown of hair, fair of skin, and both thin and fit of body; Luna is another blonde, tanned and freckled as if from field-work at some point in her not-so-distant past, and has a sort of neoteny to her features which some human males seem to gravitate towards—it’s enough so that you feel compelled to ask her what her age is.
“Old enough,” Luna says defensively. “Not that we’re going to be doing any, uh, ‘wetwork’ anytime soon, I guess.”
“Which is fine,” Didiane says breezily. “If you wanted to do regular whoring, we could have stayed where we were. I’m here for the ART!”
Didiane looks excitedly to you, as does her other companion. Your pitch to this woman was, after all, one which heavily emphasized the exotic dancing done at The Pretty Kitty. It makes sense that this would be her main interest!
“Well, maybe you’ll get your chanccce tonight,” you say.
“Maybe,” Mina agrees, the feline madam having crept with characteristic cat-like grace into the room while you weren’t looking. “Kamunu, good to see you. Can I trust you with introducing the new girls to the team, and getting them up to speed?”
“Of courssse,” you say.
“Appraise them honestly,” she tells you, more quietly while the ex-Goldenroddites are chattering amongst themselves. “If we’re removing the cream from the rest of the mix, I need to know who among them are worth keeping, and in what roles.”
You nod, and over the course of the evening, you learn a little about each of these three new females.
